luna

chasing down a golden semi-sphere
wondering eyes and open mouths
and the rush of the wind.
a halt, a gaze.
surrounded by hushed greenery
melodies i don't recognise.
sleep stealing over my eyelashes
a distant figure in my timespan.
we run, we jump, juvenile once more
but soon the darkness falls further
cold fingers probing
at the lengths of my arms
and my flushed cheeks.
i met your eyes once, or many times
beyond note, blank once more
nothing to see or suffer
an abyss of empty feeling.
for that, a half smile
a denial of tears
moving forward is sweeter
than lagging behind.

Reviews

[Michael X]

one of the better pieces i read all night, its too bad the mispelling and type errors had to diminish the true quality that this poem has, if you could polish up the type errors and such, this would be awsome,
it doesnt lack in emotion or clarity at all, a nice read, thanks for sharing your talent,