The sun and the moon/The son of the moon

The sun and the moon/The son of the moon

A Poem by dukovan

Where do I start?
We're worlds apart under the same sun.
One thousand sons
five hundred days
taking two at a time.
If theres really no time then how could I
manage to hope to manage mine.

How does this end?
Exploding the sun for the moon,
for a friend.
One thousand men
better than me
saving the best for the last thing you said.

Arranging the last thing you heard,
you step out of context to see where else it works.
A prior arrangement for a plan so absurd.
I hope this still works.
Pray like a b*****d then forget every word.

Theres nothing new under the sun.
The moon is my mother so at night I hold my tongue.
I'm sick of these rhymes but they seem
to be my only consistency.
Its nothing new and I'm just fine,
I hope you're fine with me.

© 2012 dukovan


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From start to finish this had me spellbound

Posted 10 Years Ago


:D "The moon is my mother" as you well know, she is mine as well I love that you then say "so at night I hold my tongue" I don't care for the last two lines... continue with your brilliant celestial imagery!

Posted 12 Years Ago


dukovan

12 Years Ago

Ever listen to "the moon and Antarctica" its modest mouses first real "album" older. Stuff but a gr.. read more
great write ...i love it

Posted 12 Years Ago



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