An ode to the waxing gibbous.
by Jackielyn Powell.
This road is usually a lonely space,
filled with snakes and fire,
a place where time whips across your back
as you push your foot down to race ahead.
Nothing surrounds you,
Just the darkness and the rhythms between your ears.
Tortured mumblings or sweet melodies,
the darkness flits between the two.
Between the clouds appears a full face,
Beaming with light and hope.
With you by my side,
I fall in love with the darkness.
There is beauty in the freckles of the night sky,
Hope in the unknown.
Eternity exists between our gaze.
Nothing surrounds us but a soft haze
lapping at the space between my thoughts.
I roll up my sleeves and inhale,
Taking you deep into my burnt lungs with each breath.
This road is a lonely place.