Third Person

Luna lies
beneath a symmetry
that holds the hand
upon her knee
she folds herself
closer to her lunacy
this much is true
Luna is the wind
As blue
as the third person
you once knew
miss
Morphia
made of dreams
life comes apart
it seems
it breaks your heart
when the light fades low
in the crescent
undertow
where
Alabaster is the sand
blowing over hopeless plans
she is a land
no one knows
leaves are falling
down her face
she will never
leave this place
this much is true
Life is just
your point of view
a third person
standing next to you