Here Beneath a Blood-Red Moon
Monday, March 27th, 2000 at about 10:13 pm
Here beneath a blood-red moon,
I am surrounded by marble.
A midsummer’s nightmare I had about you
has brought me here,
to this place
so heavy with death and the dead.
Tonight is sometimes still.
The blackness is pierced by my headlights
staring blankly into nothing.
As I stand here,
a sudden breeze moves across me like a spirit,
then is gone.
And the harvest moon
moves across an empty sky.
I am alone
yet surrounded by people of the past:
names,
dates,
memories.
originaly written in 1986
Posted in Ancient Writings, Poetry
by Lisa-Marie Jordan
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