Knowing the Dark
My eyes look toward
a lonesome dark moon
hanging in the sky
hiding from me and
my half of the world
waiting for another turn
of the earth
to reflect its light on me.
But,
without seeing
I know it is there
just as I know the seasons
are present though
obscured by unseasonable
weather .
Winter is winter
Spring is spring
and I am who I am
whether you can see me
or not.
Tony Sexton
03/10/09
My eyes look toward
a lonesome dark moon
hanging in the sky
hiding from me and
my half of the world
waiting for another turn
of the earth
to reflect its light on me.
But,
without seeing
I know it is there
just as I know the seasons
are present though
obscured by unseasonable
weather .
Winter is winter
Spring is spring
and I am who I am
whether you can see me
or not.
Tony Sexton
03/10/09
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