AFTERMOON

Thoughts link, even as I blink, and deeper I sink…
This, for me, is life- It’s when I sit to think
of all the trivial wonders that you observe not!
And these thoughts have to me, a Divine Moment brought.

Ever wondered what he thinks of-the Moon high up there?
Or who he regards as friends, or sleeps he where?
‘ve you heard him sing the lullaby, or felt his eerie calm?
Or ever tried to see him, in the lines of your palm?

He tricks me, when I’m alone, into his queer ways;
He conquers my loneliness and in my dealings stays!
Yet there are times when he, in me, has induced the fear
that one has when to death, they are so near.

There are secrets that we share and stories that he tells me;
So many different ones, each day he’s made to see!
He sees them all from up there, no matter how discreet;
And then he tells me your tales, at night when we meet.

Too bad he talks to you not, but have you ever tried?
Perhaps you are just so full, of reason and of pride!
Or you too would have heard them-his lullaby and his tales;
Too bad you aren’t on the same ship, in which this poet sails!