Moon ~

The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon

Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky;

The other half of the broken coin of truth

Is buried away in the dark, where the still dead lie.

They buried her half in the grave when they laid her away;

I had pushed it gently in among the thick of her hair

Where it gathered towards the plait, on that very last day;

And like a moon in secret, it is shining there.

My half shines in the sky, for a general sign

Of the troth with the dead I pledged myself to keep;

Turning its broken edge to the dark, it shines indeed Like the sign of a lover who turns to the dark of sleep.

Against my heart, the inviolate sleep breaks still

In darkened waves whose breaking echoes o’er

The wondering world of my wakeful day, till I’m lost

Amid the places I knew so well before.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)