You’re going to see my light.
Restless after dark
In the green city, alone
Where no torch burns the shadows~
Cupping the moon in my palm,
I am the eclipse.
A tanka suggested by the song Invisible by Christina Grimmie, which is featured on Music with Marian in the Imaginary Garden.
This is my 15th poem of the month, which means I have met my personal challenge... Anything else I write will be bonus.