All that's clear to me,
is sad eyes beseeches
Bloody Mary preaches
Moons watching sleepers
All that's clear to me,
is that it's all lost in the snow
Watch me put on a show
for you now, you'll never know
I fall down.
Into the ground
I fell down
to the cold ground
Nothing's clear to me,
I could never even get it
Don't see how you do it
I want to taste it, I want to hold it
have it, be it
now.
(2nd November 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)