“Are you the light?
or are you the moon reflecting it?”
I want to be the light,
but does light swallow the darkness?
Or burnt it away?
I don’t want to be fearful
I want to be amazing
Lighting the sky
like a star.
Seen to be a good person near and far
maybe not the brightest star
but one who endures
and shines enough for sailors to plot a course
to go home.
The night bathes the moon
in the gloom only the white of the moon shows
save the distant stars
I am gazing
at the moon
wondering whether it knows
about the sun
The one it reflects
and yet is hidden
I sometimes think
that I am the night to your day
but heaven is humility or so they say
but the moon when full
is beautiful in a different way.
In a down and out town
Lives a man not occupied enough to be a clown
the jokes on him
and the joke wears thin
living in the past
cast in the jaws of hell that last
and captures all his virtues narrowed
by fate in acting up too late he is a sparrow
locked in a cage
Mindless and in a unconscious rage
he may tweet on Twitter
and he has a lot to witter
on about
but his mind is full of doubt
and opportunities don’t come often
to soften
the blows which rain down from people with agendas
who will take advantage of misadventure
and misfortune
he is a drunken loon
not by alcohol but by the moon
insanity is casting aspersions
and his friends leave and desert him
he yearns like the sparrow to fly free
but he hasn’t got heaven’s key
medical sedatives don’t inspire visions
What he needs is a decision
to break with the past.
Like the wolf is drawn to the moon
I saw you
your light, your gloom
eclipsed by the light of the night the moon
The wolf I fed
Bled in the dark
but hunted for light
fought alone for the stars which shine bright
In the night sky.
they couldn’t lie to me all those stars
for its in their truth they shone the way
I breathe you, breathe it in
I believe it with my toothy grin
I am the wolf let me win
the moons glow ripples in the lake
of tears but I can never get to her
but the moon shines on my fur
and I hear a murmur of your voice on the wind
which is long gone and kept within,
memory.