Waiting For Me Poem by Leon Moon

Enchantments as ephemeral as eternity,
As excruciatingly tortuous as the corner of freedom
Bring me into a world forgotten by
Many in fact without a contrary to compose.

Before leaving, answer me this:
How deep is a mood? Which compounds have thought?
What is the difference between a color and a sound?
Between a form, a word?

If something separates them,
Something has to connect them -
What is the anatomy of belief?
What despairs belief?

It's the investment of logic
The West denies by pride,
The reason for stupidity
Neglecting a significant sound...

We always leave the house,
Try to dig up our bone:
There is no difference between
Difference but you.

Who was the first creature
To want music? -
Who became a student
In the eye of the storm?

My enchantments are as tense as tomorrow,
As futile as these vilified reflections.
I know a world forgotten by
Many in fact...

Enchantments as ephemeral as eternity,
As torturously nortoric as the corner of freedom...