Sunday, September 15, 2013

The moon

When the sun plunged into the sea
The stars smiled 
The night became a theatre
my window the stage 

I drew breath, ready to perform
I began to share with the night's creatures
I moved as fast and as vivid
as the summer fire
envolping the jungle 
each branch, twig and leaf 
burned, weeped 

like the rain
like the peircing arrow
he tore my soul
crashing into, embracing 
each thread of my heart

quieter, calmer
I surrender

I give in to the moon
and its white path

1 comment:

  1. This poem reflected upon your fighting spirit and your ability to conquer various difficulties you faced to live a life in your own terms...