Thursday, July 21, 2011

After Many Moons




After many moons
My cries are silent
I weep with joy
My eyes are candles
I see in the dark

After many moons
I'm back to Egypt
My face is noon
I wander the abyss
With drunken tools

After many moons
I light the stage
I chair the princes
I pomp and prance
And declare a splurge

After many moons
My debt is Nile
Pretence is guile
I search oasis
In nemesis's courtyard

After many ...
Spare me the moons!
I seek dawn
Pious is my name
Armed with Plato's edge

Unostalgic
I'll dice
Gamble patiently waiting
No moons for supper
But hope to win win


By Jefumare © 2011

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