Scolding the moon.
By Channa
If I could I would hang on a star reach out and pull down the moon I would scold her for being rude and invading my solitude I would ask her why she laughs when others cry she seems so colorless stark even lifeless she puts on an slivery glow late at night when the spirits flow out of the earth out of their grave their mortal souls she could not have I'll inquire of her why the cat is wearring that silly hat surely she must know because I have seen her converse with him (you get my gist) in the soft spray mist of a late spring shower her light then was not so bright But tonight thru my window pane she glares at me she has no shame her light cast a gasthly shade on a twisted satin sheets she slithery reach the pillow my tears have drenched she is relentless yeah..even pity less she won't let me cry alone in the dark not a plea nor a woo would appease this stark beauty merciless amid my galaxy Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 04:06 AM PST 0 • 14
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"If I could I would hang on a star..."