Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Moon.

She had in mind that this diversion would be more amusing
Every night as the world awoke to the hours of darkness
She remained a star to gaze at
 Shackled by the reach of man
Her heart wanted all the more to be less like the moon
For in time to come her light would shed hidden secrets
Putting out many lanterns
Meant to guide her to a starless sky
Upon a dawn one held out a hand
 Waking her for the first time
to the rise of a sun lit day
With the night’s fall she had to keep on
Although she knew he’d be back
Every time with a flower to tie to orange locks
Of envision
One bound for hope
one for purpose
the last one to ensure a calm composed decision

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