Petals in the moonlight <br />shattered pieces of remembrance <br />through the soft glow we see our transgressions <br />millions of them, dew drops on scented skin <br />formed by the mists that silently fall around us <br /> <br />I see mine scattering across the wind <br />brought about by my own feeble redemption <br />exposing myself in a hauntingly beautiful array of light <br />as sheer silver paint flickers off their translucent forms <br /> <br />Slowly the darkness takes control of us <br />fixating our eyes onto empty dreams <br />hoping that if we pray hard enough <br />substance will come and make them whole <br /> <br />It's time to let go now <br />steady, take hold of my hand <br />we'll mourn together the loss of ourselves <br />then stand upright and walk away <br /> <br />For this is all we are in the end <br />fighters of an invisible enemy <br />soldiers of a private war <br /> <br />And all that's left when we're gone <br />will be the empty land, the dying fogs <br />and these petals in the moonlight.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2007-petals/
