The night covers my honesty in dim lies.
It is just you and me beneath late October sky.
The moon drips silver in your empty cup.
I reach for the light, but I am out of luck.
And you dance through the grey branches,
Shuffling the particles into avalanches.
It is a perfect storm with us in the middle.
I try to entangle the story
But each part is a new riddle.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 