Somewhere in space, my very protector
fishing stars out of night's waters from
the many moons sat on, slept on with one eye O P E N
to watch over me, who tries to be made of diamond
but really I'm a F A K E diamond of glass, fake sparkles,
fake shimmer, try and make you think I'm too precious to be touched
I don't want fingerprints over me, marks and stains,
Somewhere up in space, rests my dear protector
Picking stars out of the dark pool, sat
on a moon far away, in slumber but with one eye O P E N
watching over the fake diamond.
(5th November 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poesia"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)
