Saturday, October 07, 2006

The Moon's bleeding .

i peer around ... and i can see faces ...
i concentrate ... and i can hear voices ...
nothing makes sense.
i zone out ...
into a land all my own .

wat do i see?
fresh green Grass ...
blades shy .. of the first touch of dew.
misty chilly Air ...
smug gleeful ... guarding the secret of oncoming winter.
silver shimmering Lake ...
deep silent ... yet giggling a thousand ripples with one poke.

an Hourglass turning over.

Curious Wondering Eyes ...
Beautiful Untouched ... cackling with the Innocence of childhood.
breathing in the Free world .
peering deep beyond the surface ...
blissful delight ...
at the image shimmering on the surface ...
the Moon ...
little Hands reaching out ...
to stake claim ...
on the silver prize... the elusive reflection ...
the shining Moonbeam ...
slinking away on the water...

the Sand slipping through .

triumphant little Hands touching it ,
and crying out ...
with pain .
Curious Wondering ..n now .. Fearful Eyes look up ..
to see the Moon ...
Bleeding .

"The Moon's bleeding".
faces turn .
voices stop .

i am at dinner with friends .

2 comments:

Kshitij said...

Bravo!

"faces turn .
voices stop ."

- The silence is deafening.

Seul Voyageur said...

Thanx . :)