The moon seemed high
and far away I could hear
the train rattle by
a car here and there
a speed thoroughfare.
I try to sit and think
and care and not stare
but the mind wanders
here and there and back
again around in upon itself
weighs heavy like lead or iron
ought to be light
like stars at night
oh how the mind does cry
to see the sky so beautiful
surreal beams filter through
my soul all I see is you.

©️JMCole