white

i sat on this hill in the dark

and looked down on the lights in the valley town

as they blinked and went out one by one

the night was warm and slid off my skin

like the white

light of the moon

and casting shadows across the way

dusted silver grass

the lake so still

with a big white

circle reflected in the middle

and suddenly i am so blessed

out here in this quiet place

no noise no anchor holding me

just the white

stark light of the moon

in the black death of night

and i feel every bit of me

coming up for air

finally after holding on

so long

i let go

and the white

bright light of the moon

allows me to shed the tears

i held onto for so long

as they slide down my cheekbones

towards my mouth and chin

the valley town below is just a place

and i am only attached to those i love

the only way a place becomes a home

is underneath the white

teeth of your smile

the moon is now a sliver

white

and worn

and you are all the white

the dark the light

the one