Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,611 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Moon Speaks - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I sometimes wish the earthling had not come.
When he first landed, I did not like him at all.
He reassured me he only wished to explore
With the minimum of disturbance.
Then you see, I began to grow accustomed
To his presence.

Until I felt his foot on my cracked surface
I had not realized my limits nor my vastness
I had not known what sharing was about.

Even in silence, I felt his cupped breathing
Gently fluttering in one of my many craters
I learned to withdraw my rays to let him rest.

But he should have said... it was cruel, cruel, not to
That earthlings wither quickly, a moment's warmth.
Now I endure, as I have always endured
Staring into the eyes of the terrible stars
Watching the earth for signs of a second coming.

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  • (2/7/2010 12:27:00 PM)

    wow this poem is magic thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010

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