Subsume

This trial

of the setting sun

where the skies suffer

with light;

flashes with color

and a hint of the man

in the moon,

with his knowing

and all that wisdom,

is almost more than

I can endure

after so much darkness.

I would do anything

to ascend those stairs

and be subsumed

by the strength

of that body.

But my bones are weak

from bearing the weight

of others and their stories

of so much pain.

I ache for

renewal.

I look at the

waxing moon

and wail

for the next 

world to come.