[Poem]To the Moon
--To the Moon--
A trail that once led the way,
it's difficult to move
when no moon casts
its whispered shadows.
A light, not yet tread upon
of his own self indulgent;
a mask of faltered lies
stains his parched cheeks.
It fades away so quickly,
an illusion; mirage not seen
where a secret's burning wishes;
a plea's gulty cry,
are lost within confines of remorse.
So he sang to the moon
the only words he knew,
singing lilting truths; remembering
iniquities of archaic realms.
The mask begins to crumble;
the trail peeks its way through;
blown away, the lies
where soft rays of light shine down.
And that of which he took;
a brand new beginning, he receives,
from the air he lives and breathes,
easing his way from the past.
Nothing's left, but memories.
Beautiful, reminds me of lyrics that might be found on a Porcupine Tree album or something, very well done.
very nice poem u should make more :thumb:
that is a really nice poem. i hope u write more ^_^
:) nice good work :D i like it :thumb:
Very impressive. Anyway the last line "Nothings left but memories" got me though. I like it.