I gaze out at the moon
Suspended in a band of pink,
As the day is caught with twilight,
As though I never lived.
but now time is running out,
and I am aware of what I can never have.
Happiness is always in the past.
The endless solitude wraps me in the present.
And the future is unthinkable.
I think of that song,
That line, “Chained in your embrace,”
But I can never reach disclosure.
I think of that story of the stars,
Which I read in this exact moment
But in a different stretch of time,
Unreachable.
Time is the enemy of us all.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
