But one
And let
the stars,
open,
one,
by one,
by one,
pressing
between sailing clouds,
for it matters
to none,
For the streets
are now empty,
the roads going
nowhere,
the houses
bedraggled
along the hillside,
curtains shut,
doors closed,
the world,
forgotten,
gone,
somewhere.
But the moon
he rises above
the valleys,
the windswept hills
and trees,
the pathways
to the heavens,
but no one’s
following
the moon,
no one,
not one,
believes.
And yet,
in the silence
she walks
this way,
dawn
and sunrise
across
the eastern
call of skies,
blinking
she smiles,
for summer
is in,
her morning eyes,
this day.
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com
