• Mocking faces glee in spite
    Looking down from their great height
    Younger
    And weaker
    My bow still unstrung
    Their concealed unconvincing love sweetly sung
    Compared to such a heavenly light
    My dull boring heart, for that’s not my right

    Too close to the sun, slowly burn up
    God’s realm is not made for the impure
    And may my soul, so tainted and corrupt
    Never set foot on emotions moored
    Unwilling to change
    I am fire, they are rain
    Higher and higher I reach for knowledge of life
    Snuffed out, icy stares of a watery knife
    Rising so close, being poured down again
    Fire can never challenge such rain

    Wisps of laughter, melody sweet
    To my ears such sickened discreet
    Disgusted
    Or trusted
    Steady bonds rusted
    If the narrator cannot narrate themself,
    They are open, locked albeit

    Joy or hate
    What wins the debate?
    Acceptance, judgement whence
    A ceasefire rather than rate

    The sun sees all, unabashedly radiates
    Unravels secrets with a glow
    Smiling with pleasure, they feel not shy
    To give permission for him to know
    Trusting the sun, Apollo’s chariot
    They wave to him up high
    When radiance leaves
    The people do grieve
    Green envy’s silver sphere in the sky

    Lying and screaming eyes of unjust
    Swept away like fragments of dust
    Young
    And unstrung
    Sharp poison tongues
    Representing one who sins would lust

    Chasing and missing
    The moon doth rise
    Jealous of the sun’s aura trusting
    Hating that light, he would challenge the sky
    Seeking his influence, lusting
    Gains a position
    And faces opposition
    Ignorant of such a great mess
    Stars kissing comfort where others flee to dreams
    They fall from such envy, regardless
    Shamed and secluded, hides for dusk and a noon
    Then courage renewed, returns far too soon
    I am that foolhardy moon.