Old Man

He walked out

of the scarred homestead,

.

where the wounded night

sobbed away

it’s tears.

.

The moon,

drunk in her sadness,

scattered it’s beams

amongst shadows

.

nesled softly

beneath gnarled trees.

.

Trees that stretched

to touch the divinity

of heaven.

.

Starstruck stardust

lingered around

.

the man who now

remembered how to love.

.

The mysterious broken man

was not so young,

naive, as he was.

.

A part of what he was,

became the dusk.

.

A part of what was next,

came from dawn.

.

His bride, waited for him,

just beyond the meadow.

.

She waited,

for the salted gentleman,

To embrace tomorrow.