• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

Literal Lost Lights Guiding Wanderer

The moon vanished and peeked through
the thin colorful blanket
of clouds and fog
that shielded
the very illuminations of reflections
that dazzled the eyes of the wanderers
losing their paths in the wild.

At home had none of the sky that could contain
the light and reign of moonshine.

The wanderer was me
holding the mystic world of one gallon glitters
of thoughts and times
that hold the path and junction
where the mind and soul meet
to discuss the well-being of the heart
and to justify the actions made.

The pages turned and reached the end
and the moon fell to sleep.