Golden Shame

What is the space between motion

And stopping called? 

Beyond suspension

Spinning still

Silent in its embrace

Stealthy threads of deaths despair

Looped round to hold me there

Stillness holds

This moment, next

Beyond the sweet peas dream

Forge onward? Retreat? Recreate?

Persist besieged resist

Perhaps the moon has held you fore

And ever will again

I'll sit in his embrace

Lunar loved I'll be

And leave the fragile reckoning

To him that bereft me

Wrapped in embers of golden shame

Fueled by years of pain

Submerged in murky depths beneath the sorrow and the ache

What has he that held my heart

Gifted with all of me

Set ablaze in one cold breath 

Waked of stammering regret

Grasping hold what was