Owen Hall - February 20, 2024
Artwork by Nico Sproule
Among the Canvas of night,
The stars garnish the dreams of wanderers.
I solemnly dance to white-gold bursts of swirls
beyond the dreams that have crossed my mind.
Time—
Eases—
Full of stern patience,
the Moon writes to me:
“You are Alive, so
you must not linger.
Being alone isn’t Eternal.
The air of melancholy will
fade with the Appearance of
the Sun.”