Forgiving Moon, Cruel Morning
This is my lunacy
All day I sit, sit, sit
In dark
Waiting for some straying star
To indicate the night.
Oh cruel morning
Snatcher of dreams
You do not enlighten me
Must I always look
upon myself
In such harsh light?
things are clearer
black and white.
You cast shadows
That loom about the day
Like an iron weight
Around my feet,
How can one feel complete
when half of me drags on the street
behind?
My spirited shadow
Whom nobody cares for
Walked all over
My shadow and I
Till the night sky
Elevates her to some wall
Or ceiling,
The moon is altogether softer
Healing the burns of day,
Forgiving moon
Who hears such horror
From the mares
we can’t keep at bay,
my lunacy then,
is to sleep under your watchful eyes
until you slip away.
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