here... it is 3:17 am
far from sleep and morning
the window curtain parts to
a brightened star, my eyes trace
familiar patterns --
but where is the moon?
Far from a busy yesterday
pressed near a busier tomorrow
yet i wonder of an ancient orb
whose timeless watch over
short-lived men fascinates
more than it might;
had not a woman made it hers
and my yesterday too.
Now in the middle of sleep-
sleepless, in the midst of a dream
open -eyed, in the midst of a thought
drawn back to wonder...
does she see the morning sky
moonless sky?
2 comments:
this is beautiful, it gives you so much thought about time and the moon and I do love the title, this is very very contemplative, love this...
ahhh thank you Anna
i hope in a way tha everyone has a thought like this, in another way although it makes a beautiful poem, i'd hope it is whispered near her ear...thank you Dear...H
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