Among The Moon

January 14, 2013
A journey unforeseen
Like the moon, wax and wean
But so little to us does it mean
A show of time that passed
Dead hand of the past,
Ultimately beaten by the finality that is last
Only until something is gone
That we begin to long
A reality that come upon
Terribly tearing taunt teased
An ache not easily eased
Death has securely seized
Unlike the phases of the moon
A life that will never croon
The simplicity of its humblest tune

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