Treasure Island

Evelyn Macdonald

(Leven, Fifeshire, Scotland)

Tears upon the moon


I search the night time sky
and find you
peeping through the clouds
that bind you
shades of midnight blue
surround you
I see tears upon the moon

I search your battered orb
and hear you
while mankind struggles
to be near you
disrupting moon dust thick
beneath you
I see tears upon the moon

I search your waxing and
your waning
manned journeys to the crater
gaining
only time will need
explaining
I see tears upon the moon

I search your face for signs
of pleasure
finding none and heed its
measure
resisting giving up its
treasure
I see tears upon the moon

Submitted: Thursday, March 05, 2009

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