Eagle Rock (my poem)

Atop Eagle Rock I witness another moonrise
A blend of moments is our life
Carry the light of those silver skies
to the ravine of the nightingales
Ask not "for how long?" but only "how?"

My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.