With The Thought Where I Want Poem by Lia Padena

sometimes a glow of the moon sometimes fell like a tear
she avoids an answer and the question is harassed
she avoided a question so she had no idea
she looked at the moon and kept talking rhetorically
how much a glow of the moon tells me something
it's my eye I feel as if my eye is there above the sky
a touch on the heart
how much a push on the ridge
a touch on her eyes
that's how he talked to her without talking to her
and not only that
but now she was away from the conversation
she had left him free
but he seemed to have not set her free yet
why I can't sleep today and it's getting closer
one more morning
and I can't even get to the point where I want to
with the thought where I want