THE MOON – pain, death and broken dreams.

….April 9, 2014   4.33 p.m.

My pain is deep

And my mind is weak, its thoughts steep

At the end of a long and weary journey

My dirtied feet and worn spirit can now finally tarry.

Death looks good after this

All the dreams I nurtured all gone amiss

My heart after this journey is shriveled and sick

Waiting and tarrying… the vessel now a total wreck.

I see the moon but it holds no more allure

The stars now long gone limp and dour

Now, nights like these are pregnant with awkward silences

While the morning brings along with it the same old heart redundancies.

….5.00 p.m

Merci