MOONLESS WORDS
The moon hid from my eyes.
Or was it the mist of shame
Clothed in a blue of night?
I have seen much
In these darkened hours here.
What I fear,
I tread.
What I've shaken,
I've shared.
It is cold in this place
Of shadows
Where there is no where to go but up.
The beams of the night’s light
Clears my path ahead.
But not before
I stop to contemplate.
“Will I be there another moment too late?”
“Who will join me
Before the fall of the stars above?”
I find it best not to think on these things.
They just turn these feeble bones
Into crops of dust.
I have journeyed a million miles,
A million times
To the place
Where many are heard
But have very little to say.
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©1996 Torrence King. All Rights Reserved. From the poetry-art collection “Satellites & Exits” - Available Now
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