Moon, Out of Touch 

by Alina Ayran

 

A light that shines in slumber,

I weep in your presence, it blinds me.

To many—dismissed, a wasted beauty succumbed by the sun.

A semester of routine faces in every passing night.

 

You etch across my skin in promise.

A warmth no man can describe,

but I am cold.

As I reach for your touch the air thins.

 

Brittle.

I brittle—

brittle till the husk of my body shakingly shrivels of air.

My immense loyalty yearning for you.

 

For although I bask in your light alone, I cannot reach you.

Our distance, tragic—I wither away,

the night’s void too vast for travel.

But in new life I will traverse the open sea.

 

I will worship your gravity that pulls my soulful waves—

but till we unite I lie,

brittle.

As you fade into the horizon of the beating flame.