I once found the moon in a forest
of fir two hundred foot tall,
it's face being lovingly polished
by fish in a silver pool,
the water was deep like a riddle,
as dark underneath as the pine,
I swam like a thief to the middle
but that slippery silver
refused to be mine.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
I once found the moon in a forest
of fir two hundred foot tall,
it's face being lovingly polished
by fish in a silver pool,
the water was deep like a riddle,
as dark underneath as the pine,
I swam like a thief to the middle
but that slippery silver
refused to be mine.
