Mr. P Under the Moon

 

 

The full moon shining down on me

Guiding the way for the blind

When after half a step

The world becomes a blurred mess

She leads my way

Into cemetery gates

With those trees

Fertilized by the dead

Guarding my 'Mr. P'

Who I don't really know but figure

But the square of granite

Says 'P' so I give a midnight greeting

To an 'old friend'

And venture to the twins

Too young to die, but eternal children

These days

And say 'hello' to white stone carvings

The names fading away in acid rain

The full moon guides into

A cemetery play ground

Venturing to find a ghost that called me

All those years ago

 

Author's Note

Cp. 5:10PM Tue 05/10/08 'Still Frame' Trapt ok, writing, a bit of a flow, its going to rain strong and pretty, ahhh, ok, burning eyes (Typed, House)

Reviews

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

This is another good one Tenten... It felt eerie and calm. A good piece, the flow seemed a little off in places and at some points i was a little confused but all in all it was a good piece, the description was amazing and the feel was good too... great job!