having lost
the beauty of grieving
every loss
becomes insurmountable
and every grief encapsulated
damming up life
draining the body
confusing the mind
and surfacing
when the resistance is no longer strong enough
to restrain
in what ever form
it has transformed into
through the years of denial
making one blind
to the beauty
in the seal of the moon
rising softly
behind naked trees
while the stars withdraw silently
into dawn