Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2013
My mind starts to wonder while I’m walking underneath a waning moon
Is it long till morning or will the sunrise ruin this night too soon?
Thoughts keep on creeping like the shadows from the clouds in the sky
I try to wait it out, hope the wind blows and pushes them by
I trust where my legs lead me though my mind does not remember the way
The moonlight masks the worry that hangs so heavy during the day
I keep on the weathered path worn by those who’ve walked here before
Twisting through the hills and trees, curving at the feet of the shore
I thought I knew this trail but I’ve never seen it look quite like this
It’s nothing different really, just something my eyes always have missed
If you look out past the water and take the time to stare at the sky
You see stars falling from the moon, as if the heavens are starting to cry
The stars rain down and light the waves that crash so fiercely into the land
I can almost feel the tears when I reach out for the wind with my hands
I grab onto the mist in the air and turn to head back toward where I came
Carrying the tears of the moon with me, a reminder that we all can feel pain
Gregory Mark
Written by
Gregory Mark
Please log in to view and add comments on poems