PHASES OF THE MOON

By moonphish

Sun, 07 Jan 2018

2 comments

some say my mind is in the clouds

that might be true, i say

i'm often not inside my head

but somewhere far away

i know i need some tethering

or else i tend to stray

i know the phases of the moon

but not the time of day

it's hard to think of worldly things

with magic holding sway

i gaze out to the furthest star

then fly to where it lay

time's my only relative

so eons i may stay

i know the phases of the moon

but not the time of day

a human's only flesh and bone

which quickly fades away

but underneath there lies a soul

that never will decay

imagination is the spark

that keeps the dark at bay

i know the phases of the moon

but not the time of day

Permalink Submitted by agnosticnun on Sun, 2018-01-07 03:59

The refrain’s stuck in my head, which is okay because it’s beautiful. The poem is beautiful.

Kristi

Permalink Submitted by moonphish on Mon, 2018-01-08 02:07

thanks Kristi....so glad you enjoyed