MoonlightAndRavens

I like writing poems sometimes :3

[moonlightandravens]

Poem for my Little Sister -- MoonlightAndRavens 03/13/26

The first thing I remember about myself

Is that I loved you.

I am standing at the edge of the driveway

Waiting for you to run to me from the school bus.

I am picking you up and spinning

Until the world swirls away

And the only thing left is us.

We are sitting at the breakfast table

And you are silent.

Like a fog has come between us

And I am waiting for the clouds to part.

I am standing outside your bedroom door

Listening to you cry

It's 3am, and I can no longer enter your room:

We don't know each other anymore.

The house is empty now

You took everything with you.

My breath, my eyes

My mind, my heartbeat.

I am nothing without you.

Now my only family

Goes by the names of Guilt, and Grief.

Guilt pries my eyes open in the morning

Saying “wake up, we have to catch the bus.”

And I go to the kitchen

Pour a bowl of cereal for it

And it laughs in your voice.

In the corner of my mind you're there

Sitting at the breakfast table

But then I turn

And you're gone again.

Grief grabs me by the shoulders

And pulls me down to the floor

And whispers in my own voice,

“The world is empty now.”

I am nothing but a memory

Of you.

You had my heart from the day I met you.

I never told you I loved you–

I always thought you knew.

[moonlightandravens]

Death -- MoonlightAndRavens 03/13/26

She is a woman I dream of sometimes.

She is rainfall and cold air

And speaks a thousand whispered promises.

Her eyes are shaped from moonlight.

Her feet are made of mud and dirt.

Her lips are soft as water.

Her arms are strong as oak.

She takes my hand in hers and says,

“Let me take you down to the river.

The water is cool and gentle, and

The rocks are very soft there.

My family is worms and bugs and beetles,

And they would love to meet you.”

In my dreams we are running.

Her laughter is the sound of birds

And frogs

And cicadas.

She lives in the gaps between stones and earth just before you lift them.

She sings in the whistles of the wind,

And takes her rest in pale rays of sunshine that peek through rainy stormclouds.

Sometimes she knows that I am dreaming,

And just before I wake,

She retires to her sitting place

Just behind a waterfall

Where I cannot bear to follow her.

On nights when it gets colder,

She sits beside me on a log of moss,

And whispers in my ear,

“Patience.

When the sun sets I will be waiting,

And we will lay upon cloudtops

Beside our own cottage

And listen to the falling of the rain.

Someday we will be together,

And the sun will never set on us again.”

She promises the world to me,

A peace found only in her arms–

If I only let go of pride

And take her hand in mine.

She is a woman I dream of sometimes,

And when she takes her leave

I awaken to a room with no air,

For in the sunlight of the morning

She has taken everything from me.