My personal poetry and unfinished thoughts.
‘Moon is too bright’ she said And we cracked up the loudest in wintry quietness of 72nd how in the lightness of being, she and i, two tipsy people carrying pomegranate and wine skated laughter like Alysa. sometimes, we must go gentle into the night for there are drums in the air when she dances the unanticipated moments, the levity we must carry in our hearts for void awaits, if not tonight, then tomorrow. if not now, then soon.