Dark Moon (reposted from 08/2012)

Dark Moon

By

Lisa A.Williams

Beneath the Dark Moon

holding power,

my father’s steel cold fear

 hung heavy

 between us,

 as he lay dying -

     

in the

heat swelled 66 New Moon,

one day from independence,

sweating out life’s poisons

in a shaded room

seeking forgiveness

for old “sins” still haunting

his opiate dreams.

Trying to let go

fighting to stay,

 lost –

Wishing on a salvation

he never believed in-

and detachment sat

 nearby

never shedding a tear.