full moon

naps the day away
in a canyon deep
south of the river

sun does

curled crimson like a cat
clinging to the mountain top
while night sneaks in

this week i fear

capturing the future
slipped from my fingertips
shattered endeavors make me weep
like the last time i knew you

me

im still a silly pony always
wanting to gallop but left kicking at the gate
instead

air

i still give cloud shapes a name
and know colours of lavendar pull up the sun
and the air after midnight changes but i dunno you