Dismal Moon

Inside the light of our mind there are trees, old and blue

where a weeping moon climbs slowly from behind the mountain of my eye

In the evening breeze, the dewberry leaves sparkle as dreary stars enter the sky

Worms as loose as pearls circle around the foot of the mind

I walk through rows of malt and weeds, senses rise to a spirituous hist between the trees

Inside the chapel, the bells are filling with blood

A snake holds his weight in the light of the sky

overexposed, red stigmata riding the ripping tide

Salt bleeds through the wounds, the humble structure penetrates loose

I believe in the tenderness of light made by a candle, the silent

and the strange, the face of the effigy raising towards me

Its arms wide open, abhorring the shade of shameless light inside,

not like the one made by the moon 

Inspired by Shawna's Poetic Words list 
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