moontide

catefrances

she is never better than when she is asleep
it is here that she can be where no one is
alone inside her head with no body beside her
she wanders over darkened hills
and notes with a wry smile the stars extinguish as she passes
a soft breeze plays at her feet and it soothes her...
... momentarily
she remembers when a touch would soothe and
then at the taking of another breath disgust her
the moon overhead guides her forward
lulling her into something she cant quite feel
and yet is unafraid of
she hears the calls of the night and it is here she'll remain
further into the hills she travels and as she goes
she knows no one will follow her

chadwick

catefrances wrote:

she is never better than when she is asleep
it is here that she can be where no one is
alone inside her head with no body beside her
she wanders over darkened hills
and notes with a wry smile the stars extinguish as she passes
a soft breeze plays at her feet and it soothes her...
... momentarily
she remembers when a touch would soothe and
then at the taking of another breath disgust her
the moon overhead guides her forward
lulling her into something she cant quite feel
and yet is unafraid of
she hears the calls of the night and it is here she'll remain
further into the hills she travels and as she goes
she knows no one will follow her

As always you have wrote another good poem catester.
Thank you for sharing with us.