It Whispers to Me Still
Moons like eyes apprise the distant light,
shining through the darkest night
to languish on a world indifferent,
a momentary silence to appease
the battle cries of day,
and blood is black at night,
death silent as a breathless whisper,
and children too weak to cry, just stare.
Stars beckon our attention,
for all that’s past, been and failed,
in life’s struggle availed in devout learning,
yet war placates nothing,
just a learning of how to kill,
and no more instills a peaceful mind,
just a bitter taste for all that’s been taken,
in love and loss, we are all forsaken.
How can beauty be so maligned,
life driven to ground,
inspired only to avenge the pain,
in a cycle that never ends,
a proclamation of ongoing sin,
that robs us of our souls,
the potential to be whole in life so old,
when we are but children.
Night skies inspire,
for all its history unknown,
the rise and falls of life we will never know,
cast into a purple forever,
like distant echoes,
lights fading their last shine abides
as we look to infinity’s smile,
its knowing of all our lies.
One single moon shines brightly,
its luminescence a calming sight,
so close yet far from the human plight,
the never-ending struggle of salacious need
and greed so entrenched,
we are but slaves to our predicaments,
the circumstances we create
in selfish plays that bleed our will.
Still, I love the night sky,
it whispers to me still.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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It is a world of sorrow and struggle. The night sky can draw us into silence and deep thoughts… it is peaceful there. Great work, Tony.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis, both future and past abides the night sky, and in reflection we may see ourselves, our journey amid life. Take care