Man On the Moon, por Elizabeth Slonaker

Man On the Moon

The man on the moon, he’s

Lonely tonight.

Now

He knows the truth

And his cratered heart rings hollow.

Even his own light,

Just a reflection of another’s.

He rages.

Wails.

Mourns.

But his unblinking eyes

And steady false glow

Made you think all was right

With the world tonight.

(2014)

Two wisps Of clouds met Midair, Shifting and flowing Into one.

She closed her eyes And felt her soul relax. Pain was coming. But for now She embraced the peace

I have returned to you, My love. From the tears I am shedding, I must have missed you. The fault is mine

Delicious indecision Wreaks havoc On my impulsive heart Riddled with addictive roots. Slink away and

The night arrives swiftly, as He Sucks out the last remaining light Through a hole in the western sky Just out of sight Beyond the horizon.

Stretching out On a sun-warmed deck chair With my overpriced Dark roast coffee, I attempt to jigger free

Gazing out the hazy plane window, I’m struck By the twinkling vastness below an… My own insignificance Wafts into view.