Man on the Moon

My young, brash and lachrymose eyes

Rose on high to the sky

Behold; the mentor

 

Rills, rays, wrinkles

Of an aging soul

Reality’s residual craters

 

Memories frozen over

Distant dreams within

The once-was river

 

He’d speak once, twice

But seldom consider

How or why the sun capsized the horizon…

 

Children of twilight

Live but briefly

Shadows of grief litter his canvas

 

Tomorrow the reprise resumes

Footprints invisible

Upon the snowy earth he loved

 

The old man waits

Never breaks with all his strength

Or callouses…

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

A very enjoyable read ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham