Faraway Moon
Standing on the edge of time,
Seeing the moon far away,
Heart sick with longing,
Heavy stones, laden piece by piece till heart drops.
A sight to behold—
Beautiful, pure, far away.
Reaching for an embrace,
As cold winds smack my face.
The brightest moon,
A contrast to my bleak spring.
The deepest longing,
With mosquitoes as my companion.
A wretched fate,
Only suited for an empty embrace.
Standing alone in an empty field,
As I watch the moon stray further away.
So I wish upon the forlorn stars
That fate brings us near—
In another life, or another world,
With an embrace so dear,
The sky will weep in joy.
Copyright © Raki Lyon | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment