Saturday, 1 August 2015

Slice of the moon

I wanted a slice of the moon
And not a tiny one mind you
Perfectly cut edges with knife
For me to sit alone and chew

The moon observed me then
From a distance and smiled
Moon tried to inch forward
But it was restricted in orbit

And I was bound by gravity
So it actually didn't happen
But moon and I remained
Locked in eternal embrace

Moon would peek through
Through half open window
Find me asleep in my dreams
Briefly I'd wake to smile back

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