Dream Babies

Thoughts. Poems. Art. Discussion.

Windless

I suppose

if I was stranded on the moon all I’d do is think of you and your smile that lights up the universe

that’s what’s in my head with the simple

Ok, not so simple, but elegant, Clare de Lune

it is truly a beautiful tune

I am

I’m stranded on the moon

desolate

nothing to drown in

dust and sand

not even wind

no relief

just silence

and my mind which sees more than what is physically available

and that’s when the tunes switch to Jimi Hendrix

might as well blow my own mind since there’s no wind

or any good news

there was once, though

for less than 24 hours

news and relief

split seconds it seems

then all the cards dropped

the planet stopped

and everything flattened

all at once

I’m the only thing standing beside myself in observance

reminiscent of here

reminiscent of there

here, there

it’s all gone

flat

dead air

and the sun still rises here.

 

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