The Moon Sits
The moon sits lonely
in the darkness
searching moodily for
the leader path;
that shall be comfort
to our very lost souls
where the light of a tunnel will bring us to an opening
no one knows where she is going...
The sun taking a bath; sea gulls screech like
the lost soul
of a girl
loosing control fast of her surrondings
yet the guiding moonlight finds her back...
with an
opening of a window,
where the wisdom
stands when the sun calculates her Maths...
...and the moon shouts answers NOT obediently
yet a despair comes over like a mist
never be hopeless!
Oh my moon is that your wrath;
oh my moon is that your wrath.
Don't despair in silence
there is a guiding light
in the middle.
Oh my moon is that your wrath?
Hide your wrath -
show your light!
poem by Celine Berghmans
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