Under the Glass Moon Eyes
Upon the porch overlooks the stellar way,
Nothing but darkness, on the great stellar way
Over the dead sky, pendent hang cold bright Moon
To warn whoever to walk and lay down soon
A lone stranger comes to us, when gloomy day
Then stops by the old porch, in tattered array
Enquires softly what hour should befall the shade
I answer him, though was quite dazed and confused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake
Under the Glass Moon, we seem to loose what’s right
To the joy we haven’t and the tears never cried
All there is to us, but a moment delight
The blood horrid became the pleasure we’ve desired
Dear stranger, to be honest, if I could tell
Under its pale eyes, we seem at lost ourselves”
“Under the Glass Moon Eyes we sure lose something
It’s not of ours to lose by the moonlit ground
I have noticed sooner darkness’ a becoming
From chill night, a warm shelters hard to be found
Ere this forlorn cold constrains me to callous weight
I must ask whether your kindness ‘d let me stay
For weariness’s had my visions worn and blurred
This journey of mine shall see no end, I fear
The storms should come, perhaps at distance closer
If I could burden you till morrow comes near?”
He stands there long, in silence, gestures bemused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake…”
“Under the Glass Moon,” he mutters, “comes the shade”
The drifter then looks into his dread, vacant eyes;
Their emptiness accursed shares the endless way
“Never again!” linger on those breathless sighs
And into the dark night, his twilight steps fade
Copyright © Morose Man | Year Posted 2015
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