Day 154

Today's words:

Pilot
Moon
Mind
Guilt
Souvenir
Candle

The pilot
Navigated by the moon.
It was second nature. His mind,
Meanwhile, was consumed by guilt.
The souvenir
Of what he'd done weighed on him. He'd light a candle

When they landed. The candle
Flame would act as a pilot
Light to guide the souvenir
To the moon
And release the guilt
From his mind.

"I don't mind
"If you think a candle
"Will ease your guilt,"
She said to the pilot.
"But every time I look at the moon
"I'll remember what you did. It's an ugly souvenir."

And just as a souvenir
Can overtake a mind,
The moon
Can obscure a candle
Flame. The pilot
Light can be blown out by guilt.

Guilt,
Creating its own souvenir,
Can act as a pilot,
Steering the mind
Wherever it wants, past the candle,
All the way to the moon.

The moon
Light is the color of guilt,
And the candle
Flame its souvenir,
Pay it no mind;
Just pilot

Your ship in the moon-lit souvenir
Of the guilt in your mind,
And trust the candle as your pilot.