A note: The poem below is not about the moon.
In honour of 2015, here’s something I wrote back in 2013 (so much for honouring 2015), when my poetry journey had begun 😛 Also, I have made a category for my poems now, since I have been/will be posting more and more of them here as you seem to like them I think? I love you for your support and the way you press Like and Follow. I hope you enjoy this one too! 🙂 Happy blogging!
Oh high and mighty moon, up in the sky
There above the resting sea, the sweetest of sights
I hear you make bright, every dark night
My soul is lost, sir, will you be to guide?
Pleased with themselves and blind in pride
They tear hearts apart, leave them to die
Tell me are these people, clever or sly,
Or plain old naive who challenge time?
Whilst the miserable ones, others and I
We drink up tears as we say goodnight
We lock our doors but nowhere to hide
Praying to God as fear and doubt arrive…
The cruel chance of answers is ever so slight.
So, sir, will you take me away tonight?
Sunk in the scented grass, I want to lie
Content in the prettiest place, known to no eye.