The moon was glued
to shroud of clouds
misplaced in blue dawn
I knew I was lost, adrift
unable to elevate the sun
and rip open the dark curtains
of the black unyielding sky
the woman in me
vanished, unable to breathe
tarnished life without spirit
hopes and dreams, dripping
listless wax on heart
listening to screeching sounds
of worn out soul
skin opened to empty space
hanging on by dangling thread
drawn into hollow echoes
boots adrift on a dusty trail
unable to embrace rain
with outstretched palms
but sunshine follows
even the darkest nights
as light looms
through shadows
of loss.