Forgotten Promises

The poetry of forgotten promises belongs to night. Someone sews lights on the hillside like sequins. So many glittering eyes accuse you of squandering time. An old pledge stands forlorn on the outskirts of memory. Like abandoned tower. The stars have refused to come out and take your side and a silvercoin moon has been tossed in the sky to decide what happens next. (You will be given another chance…don’t blow it.)