Phoebe

I was taking a stroll
And noticed that the lights were out.
No moon illuminating your night sky.
You will not guide me on this path tonight.

A familiar, quiet darkness evokes me.
It’s a cold darkness that I don’t mind,
A chill that hovers like fog down my spine.
It’s blindness that devours the ground.

I’m walking on air.

I am tiered
And I know I cannot turn back the clock.
So I rest my head on pillows
Of black clouds,
But I cannot sleep, not tonight.
My thoughts are beyond your night sky.

I fear that you are hiding,
That you do not want to be seen.
I fear that you are lost
And fading away from me.

And as I flail off this cold bed,
I call out to you,
“Where are you, Phoebe?
Artemis is lost without you
And Apollo is not allowed in this
Scared haven that we have created”.

I sense that you are gone,
Leaving me on this dark path.
Blind.
Everything around me, gone.
You, gone.

And with you gone,
The stars have no reason to
Come out and play.
And it’s too late for dreaming because
The sun isn’t so far away.

--Antonio, 18