Simple and easy, a flow poem about the moon. |
-Moon- by Keaton Foster Moon Soon You’ll rise Hidden Full Quarter Or half Whatever All of it is cash Paid to me Inspiration Through interpretation Of what you mean And we see There in our sky Otherwise dark You are present At least it appears Few times red Most white Some black A moment To lapse Lighten up Make night Semi-day A white wilderness Of predators And those turned prey I’d howl at you But really That would be Quite ridiculous Instead I’ll pay homage To you Moon A spherical noose Tied to truth A by-product Of all creation The remnants Of two things Crashing into one Kinda like love Left over dust Made beautiful In the eye Of at least This beholder You are barren Vacant And starring Light and dark Maybe good And some bad I’m not sure But it matters none How could I How could we Sit here and judge Solar winds blow Whipping dust Changing little much Hits to the face One millions times To many Your injuries Ancient Compared to our Total summary existence Sure we’ve been there Right where you are Those brave few But not me From beneath Under gravities crush I have since stood Admiring you From 238 thousand Miles away Give or take Moon In you there is And was meant To be truth I see it I know it I understand Your cycles Your values The madness you inspire And the wickedness You somehow sire When I’m bored When my life Becomes a chore I head outside And sit under your spell Your white light Floods my skin You translucents Fills my eyes I see things That probably most don’t Does that make me crazy No more than you Or anyone else living Moon Soon you’ll come Darkness And you Are waiting Just there Under the sun I know it And I can feel it… Moon Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |