THE NIGHT

the moon puts on her big black boots and walks across the sky,
and the stars move aside, to let their queen walk as she likes.
she's been chasing her one love too long now,
his name is sun, and he never answers her calls.
always busy, shining on someone else.

what she really wants, is to see the world
not covered in this velvet blanket they call night.
but everywhere she goes, she drags it along her,
a shadow that never seems to let her go.
she's a cat running after her own tail,
and she'll never get there.



Poetry by crushoftheyear
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Written on 2006-02-08 at 20:08

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