Member Poem

Lying on the floor
Wounded in a luxury hotel
His eyes pulse
To the beat of final thoughts

He sees the moon beyond the window
Winding around the gilded curtains
To the south lies home
Abandoned years ago

There was that night
When he headed out
And took a boat along a stream
To see the northern lights

This night though was his last
He met a woman
And met a thrill
He could not find at home