Nocturnal

my heart races ahead into hours that will be,

uncertain of its place. Moving through rooms

made foreign, devoid of light. Time and place

rush within the walls of me, rapid as this pulse

autonomous and wild. Above the trees,

the waning moon glows faint and secretive,

pulls at me with the force that drives oceans.

Heart and throat open within the darkness,

my own light returns, flowering to the moment.