Will Ranney

The Moon

o fortune, I am the moon,
pray come with me now or see me forever; alone.

a thousand stars blanket me
but the sky is full of holes, and i am cold.
my cheek is blue and I cry out in the night.
listeners will never hear.

Many watch me when it gets dark,
yet i do nothing.

Towers reach toward me, but we never touch,
how i long to touch.
how i long for this dispute between sun and moon to end,
till sun and moon are as one, and time of day is forgot.

When time ends and we reunite i hope she longed for me,
so i may take her as my own.

I have not been many places
But i know i love her.
i think of nothing but to catch the sun,
but when i lay to rest she is beginning to move,
and another day goes by.
for i am the moon.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 1, 2009

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