It Was Only A Half Moon
Life is in the eye of the seer
Who the hell will possibly
Believe Her
What goes up
Will come down
What we borrow today
We steal from tomorrow
What is lost
Will be found
Wondering when
We'll come around
Every bodies asking
When will be the last day
Come
A broken down car
An empty house
Mad cow
Empty grave
Sidewalks waiting to be paved
Giants in the sky
Looking down and asking why
Once alive
Death piles high
But the good end is that it will begin again
It will last longer next time
When we will burn it all down
again
The reaper takes fruit not earned
and sleeps until harvest time
comes again
Raise your hand to the new plan
Someone tripped and caught themselves
What was supposed to fell
Stood still instead
A door didn't close shut
Dogs forgot to bark
The wolf failed to howl
Rain came late and the sun came early
How could that be
We changed our mind
Jesus returned and it was only a half moon
You can hear the music of heart beats never heard
Stars that were never seen shine brightly way up high
I can see you
You can see me
You are me and we are one
By: Roger Harkness (shepard of peace)
7/20/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem