Solar Eclipse of the Heart

A gilded cage
wings skipping and fluttering
flying with no worry to its name
it can’t know of sad songs
it would die if it did
existing is a symphony
of not-forever being there
makes bittersweet have meaning when
today’s memory
can be forgotten.
The dark side of the moon will hide its face
no stars shine there wondering
when will dawn break? and still
wishing tonight will never stop
with gentle pools
puddles of rain, no-tears,
wetting the pillow moss for fairies to rest
city lights, torches really,
glisten in the darkness
stars of a
quiet cobblestone town winding
here and there asking itself
whether the weather will let up
or if now is the best it will be.

Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.

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