there in loneliness
like the unfinished Moon
watching the world in celebration
fits and starts of togetherness;
the night plays soft
a slow blues melody
finding notes and words
that blend into endings.
Darkness like a velvet sleeve
lines the nature of emptiness
light in the breach of sameness
as far as the eye can imagine,
and there, in loneliness, comes
the friendship bond of solitude.
When thoughts parade like
impatient ghosts, creating a stage
of undeniable noise--and it is
in the quiet, stark darkness
moonbeams sound on window glass
make a duet in the key of blues
from the dull echoes
of a heartfelt aria
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