Dark Side of the Moon
By poltergeist
Looking towards you Your eyes are invisible Within the shadow-hollows that conceal them in night. You have become a twisted caricature of yourself Every line downwards flowing To a pool of murk at your feet, And your fingers are pale blots Like slender indistinct spiders Where they quiver at your sides. Restless, they wander As if dancing a silent tarantella, And your voice is the agonized angel's scream Of a tortured genius. Before, you spoke only song And spilled over with laughter, every day; You were a light, blazing and golden-soft at once. But your soul is burning a black candle, these days. Perhaps it has been ever present, But only now am I seeing it, The dark side of the moon. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 06:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Looking towards you..."