Friday, December 18, 2009

Crying jags and rough spots

The man in the moon know what it means to cry

in the shadows of his darker side,

and then smile for the whole world to see on his brighter side.

Oh, if only I could dive into his seas

and swim until the silver-grey water sapped

the heaviness from my bones

and loosened gravity's hold on me.

Only then,

could I fly back to Earth,

burning bright like a meteor,

and leaving behind

only a trail of pixie dust.

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