Soul Soot Poetry

#poetry, #prose

your words

a language 

only i can read

an incantation 

whispered over me

deciphered when

the wind sings or 

a prayer pleads

when the day sheds its skin 

with a sigh

a swath of creamsicle sky

a heart goes night swimming 

in the dark waters

lonely stars of black ink 

eyes hunt in fire for the dying

calling out in morse code 

for the moon to come home

but take rest in knowing

the leaving is always a lie

~A.M. Troester, Night Swimming (A Muse’s Aspirations)

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