DARK MOON

The shadows are long and very dark 

reaching inwards, smothering all light 

 so the heart knows it’s own solitude - Each one whether young and fresh

or old and lonely, can only see pain

• so the creak of your voice,

the way its tenor wrenches the soul

and there is nothing left to know

 but how sorrow fills the silence.

I took much joy in your fiesty spirit;

revelation in how you bided your time

and loved the young ones entirely;

dared commune, argue, be seen or heard

regardless of opinion.