How You Once Filled My Sky
Crossing the sky at night in full view
is a marvelous orb with yellowish hue.
The moon in its own, a beautiful thing,
still can’t compare to what’s making me sing.
I think back on life and of all that I’ve had.
Reasons to delight and to rarely be sad.
Still something is missing. I try to pretend,
that surely I’ll find it, least barring my end.
I always keep busy; I laugh, dance and play;
Own all that I need, the capitalist way.
Days feeling hollow are hidden from most.
Though wearing a smile, seems the life of a ghost.
At last I awaken and again feel alive.
Have a feeling of power; again I’ve got drive.
No more than a prospect, a one in five chance.
Odds be against me, still bet the whole ranch.
You entered my life, like the moon in the sky.
Climbing first slowly, then rising so high.
You seem within reach, it’s the fall of the year,
the moon looks so big and deceptively near.
In awe of your beauty there’s the feeling I must
raise my arms to the heavens and upward they thrust.
I know it’s pretentious just thinking I can
touch a heavenly body, I’m only a man.
If meant to be held, the moon will be mine.
If not I’ll exalt till the end of all time;
how you once filled my sky with the warmth of your glow,
how I once dared to reach from my comfort below.
Copyright © Harry Lines | Year Posted 2007
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