The Moon & I... Poem by Gule Rukhsar

When the sea turns grey
and the trees black,
the sky will twinkle
and the moon will shine
when the noises sleep
and the wind breezes low.
The fisherman will hang his net
and the bookseller will close the door;
then I will rise and hold my pen.
I'll ask the moon and ask will I,
encircled by the stars, still so alone.
I know the answer, yet if I ask,
as the moon persists in spreading its light,
the distant beauty that charms and allures
yet up close, it bears scars and wounds
I'll talk to the moon and confide,
I'll share my pangs and my woes,
but when the morning glory rises,
and the birds are awake,
the dark will go down
and the sun will shine.
When the woodcutter picks up his axe
and the blacksmith opens his shop,
I'll go and hide
from the dark in the light...

01.06.2013