Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Writing Weirdness...

Insert pithy comment here. *winks*


Moon (tentative working title)
(Written: June 24, 2005)

Dark this morning,
cloudy sky,
it's barely a quarter to six,
cool,
quiet,
not much traffic today...
In the sky - the only clear space - is the moon,
still full and bright and beautiful...
I can't help smiling as She looks down on me,
gaze gentle, motherly tender, missing me...
I miss the moon,
the stars,
the night,
this daytime life doesn't really suit me,
too bright,
too warm,
too noisy,
too frantic,
too full,
... but ...
there's people in the day,
... but ...
was never fond of big groups really,
... but ...
I'm too solitary,
too silent,
too willing to be alone...
without the day I could nearly forget my voice...

... but ...

I miss the night.




2 comments:

Nyxmyst said...

I like that one.

Tempestuous said...

Why tankies NyxNyx :)

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