Poetry

Last Night.
There is a healing energy
In the moon
I sit beneath it wrapped up
In blankets
Like a cocoon
And I think about
The encroaching gloom
And the possibility
Of man’s doom
These are the thoughts
That always
Seem to loom
Even if it comes too soon
Just meet me
At high noon
If you need to grow
There will always
Be plenty of room
 
Try to be glad
Even if it drives
You completely mad
It may not
Be so bad
Or it may just be
Another passing fad
The time has come
To stop always being
So incredibly sad
 
There are things in the past
That is never meant to last
When your whole world
Changes it can happen fast
 
It was the last night
And the next to last fight
When it all
Came into the light
And the secrets were
Finally in sight
I just never expected
Such a savage bite
That would be taken
On the last night
We keep trying
To do what is right
Even when nothing
Is as simple
As black or white
 
So I sit here staring at the moon
And I let my heart
Start to swoon
Because this is
What I learned
Last night
From the moon
9/12/2012 6:19 PM