Mute Longing

Mute Longing short poem

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The earth’s shadow thrusts its fangs
into the flesh of the moon,
yet the moon remains silent,
bleeding the heavy light over the waters.

It wounds me; its muteness –
I would like to hear it yelling
as howls the wolf in me
portending my destiny.

The restlessness runs barefoot
through my arteries
quicker than this night’s darkness
that is chasing my dreams.

Your memory savagely tears my flesh.
It hurts me, the powerlessness to call you.
I just remain silent and take the night in my arms,
listening how from my fingers bleed rivers of letters

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