The MoonA Poem by Y. CountsThe moon finally saw me tonight. It’s eye escaped the darkness and blindly sought me, alone. Standing. Looking. And it brought with its glimmer a revelation. Everywhere, people are making love. People cry as they kiss. There is an indescribable everywhere out there I have not yet seen. There are faces I will touch. There are people who will taste my tears when they kiss me. And the moon, a greedy star, will still make it’s home in the dark. And when years have gone, when the revelation is flesh, it will see me. Standing.
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Added on March 18, 2008 AuthorY. CountsCAAboutMy Writing: I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tin.. more..Writing
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