Another full moon
poses above us.
Gently, she lights the way
as we creep, or dance, or stumble
through another night.
And perhaps we pause
to admire her for a minute or two.
And when we go in
she beckons us
through the bedroom window:
Come out and play,
come out and live.
Do not sleep your life away
silly mortals!
You have such a short time…
What she doesn’t know
is that we are in love
with sleep
with dream
with death
Well, this didn’t go as planned. (Maybe because I didn’t really have a plan?) I feel like I should spend a lot more time with this one, and that the end result will be quite different. Maybe even a couple of pieces that are quite different. But for now… the day job beckons.
Although it may sound a little bit ominous, I think you do well to depict the current mind-state of pretty much the entire world, especially with how the poem ends.
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Thank you, Oloriel.
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I love this. The moon wants us to come out and play❤️
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Thanks Ayala! xx
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