The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.

She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.

For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.

I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.

It rains.
Throughout the field, the puddles splash.
Through the mist, shines lightning flash.
The scent of earth is in the air.
The droplets drip and soak my hair.
Rain falls all around me.

It rains.
Throughout my mind, the ideas splash.
Through the chaos, neurons flash.
Inquisitive thoughts there will remain.
The feelings fall and soak my brain.
Rain falls all around me.

On day of sun and summer heat,
A young man farms among the wheat,
His work ne’er seen as any feat,
Its purpose be to quotient meet,
                In the fields of Camelot.
His work complete hours after noon,
He lies to rest in light of moon,
‘Neath willow tree he hears a tune,
                Come from strange Shalott.

Was not the first this song he heard,
As sweet as chirping of a bird.
To where is seen the water gird
His ears had often promptly turned,
                Away from Camelot.
The singer fair, he did not know,
But song his face would light aglow,
And often thoughts of his would blow,
                Upon the isle, Shalott.

“In cursed seal, the isle is shrouded,”
Said those around the market crowded.
The boy had thought their judgments clouded,
The love he had he never doubted,
               Despite the words of Camelot.
For voice there trapped in lightless tower,
He often dreamt of lending power,
To see her free, the captured flower,
               The Lady of Shalott.

When time was right, there came a day,
As clouds in somber mood turned grey,
To bring to light that which he pray.
And so, with nothing left to say,
               He ran toward Camelot.
At river there, he found great length.
Though with no boat, he reached the banks,
For in the fields he’d found the strength,
               To make it to Shalott.

His body cold, his soul ablaze,
He made his way to open door,
Climbed up the stairs in lighting poor,
And in his mind he thought no more
                Of busy Camelot.
But in her room, he found it bare,
With only woven works of care,
Which all revealed such beauty rare,
                Of worlds outside Shalott.

And though within his heart he knew,
The voice he loved had bid adieu,
Her memory remaineth true,
                The Lady of Shalott.

I stare at the giant orb in the sky above me, so beautiful and bright. The stars to its left and to its right twinkle. It’s as if they dance around its radiant glow.

     Oh, how deeply I wish I could be there now, to dance among them. But here I lie, waiting for something to change. It feels like so long ago that my life crashed and fell apart here in this desolate place. It’s only a matter of time now before I disappear, like so many others. Never remembered. Never to shine again.

     The dust is heavy beneath me, so grey and dull. Every day I wonder what it would be like to spend just one day around that blue and green planet. But I cast the thought aside, for here on the moon I stay until I fade away like all the rest.