The Moon Has a Face

When I was young
Imagination,
Was an old friend of mine
Before I closed my eyes at night,
Music bounced on every line,
Humming songs
From old stories
Tales of battles and the glories
Legends dying
Those who save
No man has ever seen their grave,
But they remain
Retold
Re-written
Sweet as a bedtime lallibu
I have loved those goodnight stories
Time only passed us by and by
Then I’d wonder by the window
Where the rain has passed at last
And the clouds escaped the sky
Only leaving mist and dust,
As I gaze into the eyes
To find the wonderful surprise
Pretty close, but far away
A cold and alienated place
Where gravity it cannot stay
My moon, it has a face.

August 6, 2011
12:06am

moon

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No “Good” in Goodbye

Upon their first encounter,
She noticed his sweet smile
As if her heart had melted
She stared for quite a while,
As he approached much closer
Their eyes locked to a stare
At first few words were spoken
She knew none could compare,
The most perfect moment
Described with out a word
As if all sound had faded
He had stepped (forward),
Danced the night away
Memories in making
Beneath the starlit sky
She was now awakened,
Smile again then an embrace
To keep in memory the past
She said hello he said goodbye
Those moments were their first and last.

September 11, 2011
5:29pm