The Sound of Ink

  Abandoned on the edge of the moon, the silent space where my prayers pace the eye of God begging for an audience, I wonder if it’s brave to hope for rescue or trust I can rebuild myself from the broken glass that carried me here.   ©Susie Clevenger 2021

 “The clouds, – the only birds that never sleep.” - Victor Hugo     Drugged with sunlight she hallucinates a sky sea filled with flocks of insomniac clouds scouring the devils from eternity with cotton tipped wings. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #169

  Night burns its lamp moon across my skin where light seeks a vein.   High on twilight I roam shadows until monsters no longer dance in my head.   In the tree above me I hear a nightingale sing its heart into the wind.   Companions of melancholy we watch stars climb closer to the sun and wait for morning to erase our silhouettes.  ©Susie Clevenger 2021