Broadway & 8th

Broadway & 8th

Motionless I am; I stand
Smack center New York; in a city so grand
Infested of business men marketing scams.
Busses, taxis and trains high in demand
I don't remember quite how I got to Broadway & 8th.
Walking alone; each step plotting escape
Dusk started to creep in across the late twilight sky
The horizon shrank behind the skyline as day became night.
A noon so long had no hopes of close
For a city that never sleeps need not ever rose;
I remember a time when the moon hung so high
The brilliance of a star gleaming in the midnight bright;
A wide open field to lay- just us; you & I.
You'd wrap me up tight with your hand in mine.
There weren't any worries, no cares in the world.
I remember now how good it felt just to be your girl.
The air was so crisp and you could breathe forever;
The weight of the world? You couldn't feel it- ever.
Back home ma was sick and pops had gone rather insane.
He touched us- my sister couldn't handle the shame.
So I guzzle the liquor to drown out the blame.
My only escape was always this;
It has always been something so simplistic.
The moon, in essence provides such a light;
Not just a ray of hope you see, but a ray of sight.
Ever since I was a girl, I would talk to the moon; She would answer back & each night, her position, assume.
She was the only consistent thing through the years;
She would provide me with hope, she would address my fears.
Sometimes I believed she would answer me back;
A few people told me, "Girl, you're on crack."
But Luna is extraordinary, you see, in a way easily dismissed.
Like clockwork, she's consistent in a world full of distress.
A beautiful thing, a moon God did create;
Now only if we stopped every now and again to appreciate.
But like a whirlwind, I'm swept, back to the states;
I glance at the motion of city life being "late late late."
That was the day that the moon came back to stay;
Back in my heart on the corner of Broadway & 8th.


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Reviews

[wordman]

sad,but full of hope,and broadway and eighth seemed like the escape you needed
or even the moon that took in your every fear