The Moon Never Sleeps Poem by Dónall Dempsey
The Moon Never Sleeps
He looks out
his window.
And I look out
mine.
Between us
there is
the little matter of a thousand years or so.
We both
look at the moon.
I look back
at his past moon
and he looks forward
into mine.
The loneliness
is the same.
Through the window
of his poem
We both look
at the same moon
Feel the same pain.
The book falls at my feet.
I fall asleep.
He still awake
thousand of years ago.
Funny, how I think of moonlight being a 'present' thing...but you made me realize that it is the light of a thousand years....just now reaching me...wonderful, wonderful write!
Not at all what I expected and most certainly unique; a fine write. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like this poem very much. A wonderful write