Friday, February 15, 2013

Moon watcher

It's smiling at me. Why are you laughing moon? Does my life amuse you? Have I finally pleased the gods, or is my life in peril? What tempts your lips to part? Your teeth blinding white. What do you see up there? Hiding beyond the clouds, winking at me. Yes, you'll follow me home; dark-sky-watcher. I'll tilt my head up and smile right back. Until we meet again, old man.