I am amazed at the strange sight
Of Two Moons shining in the sky.
Pulling me together and tearing me apart
In the brutal silence of the night.
I have noone to run to,noone to call.
My guardian angels are occupied,
In their own stupid brawl.
I walked away from the old moon,angry at its erratic ways..
I had forteen questions,for each of its phase...
Waxing and Waning, it always left me in a lurch.
Leaving me to justify the ensuing smirch.
The new moon was inviting with all its stable might,
It always was a bright circle in the coldness of night.
No days of total absence and no tiny crescent,
But it killed me by being a bit too quiescent.
It was unmoving, untouched by my tears and my plight.
It had the boon of patience,but the curse of fright.
Afraid it was to change its luminiscence
It left me blinded in its bleamy prescence.
As I wake in the morning, the two moons remain an indication
Of the apocalyptic end, or a cryptic acclamation.
I am not a slave to the twelve houses in the box,
I have my free will, to walk away from the rocks.
I remain a slave though to my dreams and my battered ego,
These angles will pave the path, to an unseen amigo
In search of a new moon Or to walk alone,
I have my brawling angels to guide me to unknown.
---------------------------(C) Dixy Gandhi
Of Two Moons shining in the sky.
Pulling me together and tearing me apart
In the brutal silence of the night.
I have noone to run to,noone to call.
My guardian angels are occupied,
In their own stupid brawl.
I walked away from the old moon,angry at its erratic ways..
I had forteen questions,for each of its phase...
Waxing and Waning, it always left me in a lurch.
Leaving me to justify the ensuing smirch.
The new moon was inviting with all its stable might,
It always was a bright circle in the coldness of night.
No days of total absence and no tiny crescent,
But it killed me by being a bit too quiescent.
It was unmoving, untouched by my tears and my plight.
It had the boon of patience,but the curse of fright.
Afraid it was to change its luminiscence
It left me blinded in its bleamy prescence.
As I wake in the morning, the two moons remain an indication
Of the apocalyptic end, or a cryptic acclamation.
I am not a slave to the twelve houses in the box,
I have my free will, to walk away from the rocks.
I remain a slave though to my dreams and my battered ego,
These angles will pave the path, to an unseen amigo
In search of a new moon Or to walk alone,
I have my brawling angels to guide me to unknown.
---------------------------(C) Dixy Gandhi
