Luna

A day when Luna ends and sola rises,

Rise from a bed and walk to bed if your legs will carry

Any burden you’ve carried from time to time.

Young heart,

These past days of the past years that you have burdened or

Have burdened you I believe lay empty and void of purpose,

They are not.

A journey of miles through solar, a journey of miles through Spain,

A long night or nothing but the stars for day.

Day or night is an enigma of time or the flickering blue ocean that we drive past,

Where rocks crash into dreams and splash away fantasies

That you dreamt a burden ago.

A flickering summer burns on a burgeoning dawn