Walking one night

by InvisibleHourglass   Dec 14, 2007


I tug your hand and point.
See that moon up there?
I ask,
The one you didn't plan to look twice at?
The one that's oh so bright?
The one so far up there?
I see it,
I see it.
You assure me,
eager to keep walking.
I stop,
you jerk backward,
legs trying to go forward,
my hand firmly in yours.
I sit down in the grass and lay on my back
all those stars you didn't want to see
all that space you didn't care about
you walked on without me,
disapointed,
sure,
But aparently not enough,
to act like a child like i was,
lying in the grass and staring at stars.
With that bright moon,
and those pin points of light,
I was glad you went on without me,
to leave me here with the night sky

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  • 16 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    Wonderfully descripted, of all that is lost to the blind eye that does not want to see. You reach out, to admire, whilst the world leaves you, for its own importance. I read this, and I heard a yearning.. then I read your comment, and I wonder if you simply speak through your poems, as if no-one can hear what you want to say any other way. I am so glad you read m y poem, so that I can now enjoy yours. Well done. xx

    (disappointed = 2 p's)

  • 16 years ago

    by InvisibleHourglass

    It is sort of, a sad poem. To me, i wrote it as a reminder of how important the world is, while people just walk by it. The girl (me) is kind of choosing contact and sight of the world over the people in it, so yes, it is sad.

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