Night Vision

Night can be long and dark.

That first night the moon was silver,

Star-hung feather wisp of light.

We held each other so closely

And my dreams were golden bright.

The next time the moon was orange and vast,

Hanging heavy in the sky,

Swollen belly like pregnant woman

As I dreamed of lives gone by.

Last night no moon, the sky was dark

My tears made my vision dim.

I coiled my arms around myself

And went to the world within.

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

So sad..
As a wise person once said: This too will pass.
Don't stop sitting!

[Firebird]

Yeah well...sometimes it's fun to wallow in misery. I like fun best.

[Zugzwang]

Me too. But sometimes the sad comes to get you!

[Firebird]

Yup..thanks for that. I was inspired to write a very short poem before work. Maybe I'll add to it later.

[Zugzwang]

Good stuff.