top of page
Search

Moon Man

  • rose-ink
  • Apr 28, 2023
  • 1 min read

Your mind always in the future, for who?

Anxiously you wait for the sun to rise,

Knowing that it won't show its face to you,

Crying your cursing the fate you despise,


As you curse you recall what was given,

You had forgotton about the moon light,

For nostologic rays touch you from heaven,

Gaze on them to free you from your sad plight,


For it is an extension of the sun,

Hidden in the shadows for those lost souls,

More beautiful than the sun ever sung,

For true beauty is found hidden in coals,


As you watch, you begin to cry with might,

For the sun is now peeking through the night.



 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Yet I Bleed

I laugh, yet I bleed these shades of crimson blindness. Where is my reward?

 
 
 
Save For Me The Promised Land

Will this away: the heedless noise, the shifting of the silver tides. Embrace the mountains far aloft with clouds encircled, fair and...

 
 
 
Infinity

Is it we who look up to the stars? Or do they gaze up toward us?

 
 
 

Comments


  • Facebook Clean
  • White Instagram Icon

© 2018 by Ink, Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology.

5500 Wabash Avenue, Terre Haute, IN 47803

bottom of page