The Moon

I sit on the rooftop and watch the moon rise.
Tonight the moon is full and it lights up my green eyes.
As I watch it, I wonder if a certain person might be
Looking right at the same moon, wondering about me.
This moon has great powers tonight; it sets my soul on fire.
Feeling as though time has stopped I look round and admire
The sheer beauty that the moonlight gives to all that is around me;
A type of iridescent shimmer and in my soul I feel
The flames inside leaping up. I feel as if I would burst
And let go of every vengeful feeling. This purest moonlight would heal the worst
Of all the scorn I hide inside, and hatred, fear, and sorrow;
Those feelings would lash out at me before being forced into tomorrow.
Succumbing to this untainted night as it calls to me,
It shatters through the darkness and allows me to see
All that is wrong in the world. This burden I must bear
Because I’ve opened up my mind. I’m one of the few that care
About what becomes of us, as a human race.
The rest are all to blind to see while they run around and chase
What they think they know is love. They just don’t understand
That some things are more important; love won't matter, in the end.
I sit here staring at the moon, and let my mind wander,
And though I try to stop myself I can’t help growing fonder
Of that certain someone who I know I shouldn’t love.
But yet I can't stop wondering if he’s watching the same moon above
Our heads, even though I know quite well that it can never be,
I can't help wondering if he’s watching the same moon, thinking about me.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Very good flow and rhyme.. there is a lot of substance in your words and many levels to your expressions of emotional content.