“Another night lost to the light of the sun.” she cried.
“Don’t you mean the moon?”
“The moon has no light of its own. It is by reason of the sun you see her magnificence. That is what I learned, anyways. I wish to keep it. It makes sense that another should be responsible to proclaim ones brilliance. It lessens the angst. Maybe that is why moon has no fear of falling. At least from here I see no tremble.”
“Then why your restless night?
“Insomnia creeps silently, and consumes ever crumb of sleep. There is no trail to pick up what is eaten. But I will fare well, for now the sun is bright upon all who endure the night, and one by one as they all recover, in their dreams they sleep with the moon.
Now, what better reason for coffee?
Dversepoets.com Time for prosery. A line from a famous poem incorporated into my own prose. No more than 144 words. Mine is exactly 144 words including the title.
The line is “in their dreams they sleep with the moon.”
Mary Oliver “Death at Wind River”
I am on a break. Can’t you tell?