Friday, January 6, 2017

Moonbow, appear

Moonbow, in the dark
I seek you out
like a wounded lark
that sings oh so sweetly
that loves oh so deeply
but without the pain that comes
from knowing
what's missing from
the old hand drum ..

It beats like my heart
it syncopates
 like
it can never restart

In the way it really must
as it's riddled with
toxic dust ...

and in the corner there sat
a dying alley cat
dragged in, from the water, so cold
and whimpering, in pain
"remember to stay gold"

Yes it's breath is weak and ill
as there is
indefinitely
no more thrill
in fighting for what's right
when what's right dictates
one's life ..

So
will it succumb
to the chill?

Yes
this alley cat
is under
the window here..
so, Moonbow, appear!
please..
'cause it is drawing near
yes
it is drawing nearer
and I'm standing on the peer ..

Near the edge
of the lake
so clear
is my fate

On this dark, foggy night
please Moonbow, show what's right
before I lapse, and fall
in this fight ...

Rosie G.





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