Dangerously dissolving into diluted ink,

my memory of her is a moonlit dream.

Feelings upon feelings, layered and intertwined,

shame seizes my voice and limbs.

She clears and re-orders wordly chaos,

abolishing the quivering tone from the narcissistic, miserable man.

Shifting like shadows between torn branches,

my conscious evades and sidesteps

dragged through merciless truth.

Depths unfathomable as the tempest’s shades,

indiscernible like the full moon’s sky

she clears and re-orders wordly chaos.

Stumbling fearfully through disappearing shades,

I walk blindly into this night.