the dim glow

There is no gas left to burn the star
the night remains dark and cold

Dreams ambush me in dark corners
words trip into holes of memories

I step into charred chambers of the past
to days when moon poured into the room.

I drop a stone into the well
it travels through miles of emptiness

The message breathed into jagged rocks
becomes minerals with a dim glow.

Poem A Day

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