Monday, 11 April 2011

Luna


In my bedroom


I can hear the sounds


Of a sea shell.


I'm pinned awake


And I can feel


The weight of moonlight.


I'm a mobile


My strings hung


From a crescent.


I search through tree tops


And behind tower blocks.


I find her


She's looking at her reflection


In the sea.


She's the maker of shadows


I'll always be in.


The night is hers only


And she has nothing


To say to me.



2011



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