As where I was, faded behind me
The moon appeared
Fully exposed on my horizon.
Looking up into the face
Of all that was to become,
I remembered all the things
Still to be undone.
Is the moon above you now?
Smiling its earth shattering
Love into you face?
Or are you still trying to
Unfurl his crippling embrace?
The moon
Not unlike my other
Lover the wind,
Always reminds me of you.
Even those places
Within you,
That are still untrue.
Yet,
As I passed onto my own valley floor,
The moon dropped behind
The rock wall of my soon to be,
goodnight.
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
