old and alive

i slept under the moon,
died happily in my sleep,
but woke without the sun,
over me - the grass was cold,
the world became rain,
there was no one. i was old.
i felt nothing. i was a ghost.
all of life passed around me,
i held the world. it couldn't hold me.
i was a dream within your eyes,
i would come to, i never got to,
i could imagine your face,
with my hands; they came
only as far as my knees,
my heart was broken,
that i couldn't even stand,
to see the sun setting,
under the moon, i slept 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was very abrupt and effective in its alienation of self. It's a very impressive bit of poetry in that its simplicity belies its intensity, a very enjoyable read (not certain enjoyable is the right word) but a good read nonetheless.

[highonwords]

thank you, my friend, for the wonderful read and comment - much appreciated :-)

best,
steph