by the light of the moon

CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
edited February 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the moon hung low
above the hills
as if the world's troubles
weighed upon it's shoulders
falling lower
as though it heard
each cry from those
who weep for lost love

when the winds blew
the clouds moved in
choking the light
like the hands of a jealous lover
upon a woman who's strayed
to the arms of another man

the day had passed
with a little less than
a tear shed
but under that moon
she let those fears
come loose
unleashed the gates
and the streams fell from
her eyes, down her cheeks
and onto her chest

by the light of the moon
is when she most missed
the sun of the dawn
and the feeling of hope
that came with the
warmth of it's rays

when tomorrow comes
maybe she'll be strong again
perhaps tonight will be forgotten
and the light of the moon
can be what it once was
a beacon in the black
leading her towards
the unknown of tomorrow
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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