moon hymn

as fate would have it, i saw him walk past my window last night. in my sleep, i dreamed of kindness until the sun set and left this world in all its rubble. in memory, i bled -- trails of sacred footprints in each tear, trails of friendship left wounded in ice. i have found the secret sun, a man of god in the folds of the rocks. and yet in the memory of uncut castles, i weep. in the justice which drowns compassion, i weep. in the pain that fills earth's opening with coal, i weep. [and in the moon's humming remainder, the man of god gently smiles and holds the opal in his hand, turning each occlusion to the light until the brilliance of human fire shines through the dust].