Serge Kapol Poems
I stare into the distance, With a certain persistence, Waiting through the night, Waiting for the light,
Stare up at the moon I wonder if you Are staring at it too?
I've been left in the dust Left behind to rust Red moon or bust.
The wind passes through the trees, And they all sway with the breeze Losing their green, Beginning a brand new scene.
There Ain'T No Gettin' Offa This Train
The train rolls in and, The passengers boards, Last call, All aboard!
On the move again Turn a corner to meet the end The reaper roams the streets Where soldiers march to the beat
I've been left in the dust
Left behind to rust
Red moon or bust.
The light burns my eyes
Brighter in the night
Red moon's last light.
The writings on the wall
A calm before the squall
Red moon's got it all.
Red moon in the sky
What do you imply
Red spectrum flows
Through the valleys down below