Breaking of the Moon
I stare at the too-white moon.
Beautiful, but I'm sure it will break
And on the ground shatter after immutable fall.
The pieces broken, beautiful, from which flames spring,
Then dissolved combusted so fast.
And once complete the world can sleep.
But I cannot sleep.
Not while so brightly shines the moon,
Reminding me that hearts were meant to break,
And spirits into depths of blackness fall
To where no hope can spring
And time moves slowly, never fast.
I cannot eat so I fast.
No dreams when I sleep
Except of him and the orb of the moon.
Thoughts set my nerves to break,
Feeling almost like I'm going to fall
If I wasn't wound as tight as a spring.
Did I meet him in the Spring?
I can't remember, it happened too fast.
Images of him still people my sleep,
I think of him when I see the moon.
Until I met him I thought I'd never break.
I wasn't ready to fall.
Oh but how I did fall,
A time for love they say, the Spring.
Never to me did it happen that fast.
I wanted to watch him sleep,
Under sun, under stars, under moon.
I wanted nothing but for the spell never to break.
The spell, then my heart, did break.
It was over in late Fall.
That which only begun early Spring.
A love so fleeting, gone so fast.
The pain reaches into sleep,
I dream of Jealous laughing moon.
The moon too will break.
I'll smile to see it fall this Spring,
While he, indifferent fast shall sleep.
-srw
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