Hears My Call

The moon was setting and Orion hung there in judgement.

So I put on my shoes.

I attempted all the escapes of past decadence.

but nothing seemed to sooth the loneliness that burned.

Unknown to all,I emptied the jar and walked...

Standing at the crossroads I make an offering.

Sealing my fate.

Clinging to the hope that She who hears, is listening

hears my call...
Nothing else seemed to work.

So leaps of faith feels right.

At least for now...

Touched by the madness that stalks me,

I trust a sinking moon 

and throw kisses to stars that mock me...