You, origami moon of bending light
Which folded up my heart to line your drawers
From which piled ten, below I gained fresh sight
It’s not with me, your edges wage their war
A rubix cube your mind, once made a whole
Aurora trails of flares, they cloud your thoughts
In flashbacks’ ash, entombed, is lost your soul
My score of life now smudged, bleeds out pain’s notes
Wise, wistful stars project your heart to truth
Where fountain tears, lithe, rain elysium
Where amaranthine solar winds will soothe
Breathe love again through your meridians
Would then in turn, to me, your love flow free
Or is my heart... too buried now to see
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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