‘‘The Daytime Moon’’

The leisure in my woven steps

Floss and precise like the makers of anatomy

Flesh that is given and concealed

Yet we all continue to ask ourselves if these moments behind the curtains are bounded by facade 

Can these eyes even learn what is true from what feels real?

Behind the suns appeal

Pouring upon the days, anointing ones favor

Classical gems mirrored onto the wall for visual excitement

Guided by trust and dreams

As I blanket those narratives on flaccid paper

Not fully understanding what these parables truly mean

I only believe in thee

Precious hand, bargaining for another way in

I look up with a smile and a bleeding heart

The sky is open once again

The sea of hope nourishes our memories

Nothing else matters 

As the oceans continue to bend