Out of Reach

...when you forget to reach for the moon, nothing seems possible...

 

Out of Reach

 

The stars are out of reach today, hidden

beneath the clouds, and behind the shadow

lurks the new moon, her madness is my own.

I’m impatient for her fullness; her light

stirs my passion, a slow simmer of lust

about to boil over under cover

of darkness – made translucent by her glow.

 

Yet in this moment, I stand on my own

two feet of clay, mired in everyday

worries – money and bills – love out of reach

and dancing in the stars I cannot see.

My sense of wonder is dulled, passion lost

to things which don’t matter outside the here

and now – in a moment they’ll be gone.

 

 

 

Siobhan

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