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george Feb 2021
the sun and moon will always cycle, but the sun always lasts longer
for the sun still rises to scorch my face and call me a fool
for the moon is kind but barely pays my conscious a visit
instead i must be hopeful for the moon, even if the wait is long
because crisp nights are when most sleep
and isolation means peace
and isolation means coherence
and isolation means
when the soft breeze can lift me off my feet
to carry me where i dream of being...

but the sun will always rise
and the world will always spin
because no matter how hopeful i am that something better
will happen, will occur, will prevail against all odds
all of those belong to my subconscious
which i can only access
when the moon rises.
philippe lato May 2015
2.2
Tiameus,


I humbly pardon thee,
for what i testify might
be an utter of my foolishness.

I simply cannot tell such things
nor do the courage so to stare
at your concealed eyes.

I cannot speak more or less
For you have left me breathless
and thinking.

You shattered my reality
whilst you put an end at my
hyperbole's.

We spun around together in circles
Talking such pointless and serious
things.

At a cloud of dusk where I wake.
I spend the time closely thinking
loudly in sparks.

I had thought so many things in how the
beauty and marvel of your words came.
At  times left me awake widely at some
nights of how captivating your
defenses are, that sets me analyzing.

In such hours, I often think about you.
Decoding possibilities and inferences.

Likely, you are a book that I need to
read in such comprehension in challenge.

Timaeus,
time is running out.
Clock gears in shock as the moonsetter plays to an end.
My test is already done.

— The End —