Anna@YWP

the light is too smooth and even to be from any of our suns

perfect twilight

without shadows

an eternal eclipse day.

the light is high on the hills across the valley

I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science.

The stars were out that night

But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.

She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby

Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep