Comanche Moon Poem by Sean Riley

The moonless nights
of impenetrable darkness
have consumed us.

Gone are the stars
and familiar landscapes
that have led us this far.

The warmth of the past
is simply not enough
for these unbearably cold nights.

Progress is not linear
but comes in cycles
like that of the moon.

And here we are
inching along
through a decade of shadows,

hoping a Comanche moon
will rise again
to shed light on this darkness.