You were born with a silver spoon,
there was never any need to wonder at the moon,
excessive living, the light leaves your cold eyes much too soon.
Tag: moon
You and the Moon
Walking towards a destination,
stepping on the concrete jungle.
The last light is moving into the night
as the moon rises into the sky;
an orb so big and bright, so alive.
Silver spoons handed never to you,
yet the thought of only one would’ve helped;
a favour to help you walk the chosen path.
Noises, emotions, a convoluted mess;
you drown it all out with your world: music.
Turning the corner, it’s only you and the moon.
You share a moment before the darkness closes in,
and the dreams you cannot grasp,
seem too vivid and bright.
Sunday
A moony sky
lighting up the night.
Cold sheets
slowly warming up.
Sleeping late,
as Sunday is here.
Doing little, feeling
a lazy kind of vibe,
as Sunday passes.
Haiku: Sunset Impressions
Burning red sunset
paints the sea with soft colours,
as the moon arrives.
Photo – Sven Leveque
The Gypsy and the Moon
a fleeting heart unable to stay still
consumed by wild nomadic desires
always chasing something elusive
called by unconventional affections
a moon gypsy looks to the night sky
calling to the moon to stay awhile,
for the moon keeps moving
so the gypsy moves too
Red Moon
Running to nowhere or
somewhere, she feels alone.
The moon is full tonight,
yet it shines strangely upon her sorrow.
Misunderstood nymph,
the woods give you so much love.
Once trees provide a seat,
she looks to the blood-red moon.
She is sadly no more.
C & K 