Running Moon

the cure for pain
I found
inside my cavernous but lucid dreams.

Tonight,
while comfortably resting
at the bottom of old things,
no longer needy of your frozen love
and
stripped of shallow ardour of unbrave’,

I stretch my arms…

and falling deeper to my knees
I merge with howling wind
to firmly face,
the running, fluid moon
in its relentless grit
for shedding light
on wounds I am yet to meet.