I Pray to the Moon

Willow 1986-7

as published in the Marquis, Lafayette HS Literary Magazine

Day longs to end,
It draws to a close.
A change in the rhythm
I long for repsose.
That's why my heart pauses
And changes its tune.
I don't pray to your gods,
I pray to the moon.

You hear the babe's begging
And wake to dog's bay,
You're trying to leave me
Though I asked you to stay.
I'll awaken to find
You're leaving me soon.
Yet though the day nears,
I pray to the moon.
You know my heart's breaking
For you lead me to ruin,
But while this world crumbles,
I pray to the moon.

You've watched my soul shatter
Yet tramped on it more,
As you'll do in the future
And have done before.
Yet even in pieces
So thoughtlessly strewn,
Instead of my screaming
I pray to the moon.

I don't want to see
The truth in your eyes,
I shelter my heart
And look to the skies.
I should have departed
One bright afternoon.
As it clings to the heavens,
I pray to the moon.
And by the silver disk
So artfully hewn
I hide from the light,
As I pray to the moon.