Moon's Cover

I pulled the moon like stretched cotton to cover me

From the cold- a cold that lies deep

Within a worn soul that has lost its hold

I would turn loose, but where would I go?

The bottom has fallen from under

So I hold tighter to my cover of the moon

As it protects me from the cracks thunder

Tucked away until the anger passes

It's burning and I can taste the seeped in

Bitter ashes of consequence

I'm peeling from head to heel

There is nothing to numb the pain

The sting of sin is all I feel

My spirit collapses and the fierce rumble of anger

Finally subsides

I roll back the cover of the moon

To feel peeks of light

© Alya Landry 2008