RSS feedQuiet, please. The moon is sleeping.
By Silver Blue
This reminds me of a poem I wrote (that went in the “book”) called “The Moon Is Broken”.
“The Moon Is Broken”
Forester J. Barker III
December 4, 2006 – All Rights Reserved
The moon is broken,
my life’s not the same.
My nocturnal companion
has been spirited away.
The secrets I told her
from deep within my heart
now fly unfettered,
unattended in the dark.
Through the seas of stardust,
through the night unaware,
part of my past is winging,
all alone, out there.
There’s some solace in being numb
for emotions come and go,
no bitter words to cut you down,
No one saying “I told you so…”
For no longer do I walk
with the one that I love,
while my nighttime mistress
shines down from above.
So grasp each moment you can,
remember your words not spoken;
they may be all that you have
when you find that the moon is broken.
Silver Blue – who believes it’s time for bed.
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