sorry (not sorry)

This morning, slumber held me hostage
gray clouds outside my window
watched me curl into last night’s embrace.

Drifting in and out of consciousness
I found you in my dream
ocean of light in your eyes.

The sun was not happy that I missed out
on his golden colors
I told him I’ve fallen for the shadows
of the moon.

~~~

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attempted theft

I tried stealing light from the moon
weary of listening to her gush
about her dalliance with you.

Away from sunbeam for too long
I see it reflected on
skyscrapers’ windows–
even the colors are unreal.

The night’s still my best friend
patiently crawling, keeping me company
though when dawn breaks I’ll loathe him
for leaving.

~~~

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pulling moon 

Tonight’s full moon was hiding behind thick curtains of raindrops. Twilight had seen people getting crazier, as if they knew just when to respond to the powerful pull of the moon, like the tide. Beneath each civilized façade lived a wild wolf after all, howling at the one he had loved since before life was breathed into him.

~~~

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mad at the moon

Lately it seems the sun and the moon
have been conspiring
to show me in a convoluted way

to think harder about where I want to be,

which pisses me off, because
I told the moon everything
in confidence–
and now she’s making it sound like
I haven’t been good to my soul.

Well I
can’t really be mad at the moon,
can I. So maybe

I must take a closer look at me.

~~~

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learning the lyrics

The night was young
I was getting better at the steps
found my rhythm
moving with the tune.

A guy in a tuxedo
looking all officious
inched toward me, whispered
get ready for a new song.

I excused myself
to get some fresh air—
the truth was I was talking
to the moon.

She told me things
would be different at dawn
reminded me it was always
how it worked.
But for now, she said,
get back in there
keep on dancing
and learn to know the lyrics
by heart.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
― Alan W. Watts

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 21, ‘nothing remains the same’.

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impending accident

I told you we’d crash and burn
but you wouldn’t listen.
Maybe that was what you wanted.

A season of passion,
kisses under a few full moons,
and a note to say sorry
for throwing me off the boat
at full speed.

~~~

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ode to September 

the last petals daintily sway
to September breeze
a welcomed feeling

the shadows try to catch
leaves that slowly let go
of twigs, smiling

the moon is ready
to witness a new story
of the season

~~~

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she thinks she owns you

I grew weary of talking to the moon, because she couldn’t stop bragging about you. It was as if she wanted me to hear how she got to touch your skin and your lips and watch you sing and dance to her light.

Thinking back, she never really liked seeing us quietly reading our story beneath the tree by the creek. As far as she was concerned, you belonged to her.

I used to look at her and thank the stars to have you looking at the same sky ~

Now I’m not so sure.

~~~

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