I and the Moon

I've gone blind
staring at the moon,
and I hate her for it.

"There is no ground here.
You don't need your eyes."
She tells me, pulling me with
the ocean.

"Let go." I cry,
fighting away phantom hands
knowing only by touch
that I've entered the water.

She tells me to fly,
to let go of the ground
as she has, let go of knowing
how to fall.

I am underwater.
"This is my home."
She tells me.
"This is how to fly."

I've died staring
at the moon,
and never wish to return.

Reviews

[Steven Pottle]

Wow- a fantastic and powerful piece...drawn towards the beauty that will kill us all...I love the moon.