Night Scoops

Silhouettes: 

sentinels 

stationed and alert

the decree of reflected light

penumbral tenderness 

I scoop from the edges of night

and like holy ash anoint --

fingertips 

on forehead

and whisper

a timeless mantra

"Go, go to heart edge

seek laceration,

heal!"


[Pic, courtesy www.videezy.com]