Perilous

rumors abound

that somehow

he has stolen

the moon

pulled it to him with a reckless promise

slid it into his coat pocket

stuffed with borrowed stars

taken from its rightful place

certainty of night and day

they share in their perilous loss

selfishly he feels its smoothness

perfect roundness

whiteness

eternity

in the curl

of his hand

it is the warming charm

delicate elations

caressing curse

awe of others applauding

the thief of all time

that fosters

his surging guilt

wistfully he reaches into his pocket

to release his prize

only to find it empty

escaped with

the help

of stars

JP Pestana October 12, 2016