As I sit in my favorite chair
With moon and stars up there
I ponder their divergence
Do the stars lack carefree verve?
Or is it the moon that feels less?
My mind is tangled in this mess.
I gaze upon the lone bright star
Thoughts within me travel far
Unaware of what time it is
Perhaps the second hope of May,
for bliss
The star shines bright like Jupiter
While the moon sits as a martyr.
It was the second hope of May
And the second time of the day
The star and moon sat side by side
Knowing their encounter would soon
subside
Chance brought them together
But fate tore them asunder.
They sit so close but never touch
A fact that's sad, maybe too much
They sit there silently next to each
other
No one can hear what they mutter
But from afar, they create a tale
And a girl named Mary is their only
detail.
The moon and star have no tails
Yet Mary's stories never fail
The night may not always be bright
But it will surely be starless or
moonless in sight.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoesíaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
