Afterglow for the dayglo summertime, it's gone
Pull back the blue curtains for winter's show,
she draws the blinds on another year past
and begin again. I'm done with all the navel gazers
but I forget: I'm one of them. Let's wait 'till next summer
where the end of next year is in sight. And you can say again
Well whatever, it only bothers you if you can see it,
and if you can't see it, it's not there, right? Let's go back
to next summer and the summer after that,
let's all pretend it never ends and let's all pretend we're not wasting our time.
(28th 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)
