the Moon

[guyfrommars765]

Undicided tomarrow.
There will be no sarrow

Tomarrow is a new day.
And I'm going to play.

It is now morning.
And a little boring.

My freinds will be on soon.
For now I look at the moon.

But it isn't there.
For it does not care.

I look high.
Into the sky.

I see the clouds.
Like white fluffy crowds.

It takes so many shapes.
Even looking like grapes.

Love is patient, love is kind.
For some reason that was in my mind.

My poems are random and flip around.
But what I feel is easily found.

Or is it?

I feel many things which conatantly change.
The mix and mach and rearange.

So thats what I say I'll write more soon.
For now I am just looking for the moon.

[Devi145]

You're poems may be different, lightly singing with a changeable tune,

That doesnt mean they arent important, in fact, they arent plain like a simple prune.

They are more interesting, than an open rhyming sync,

Graceful but sparatically appearing, gliding in a quiet solid ice rink.

To you because you leave with distant silent words not letting me reply,

I hope you've had a good day, and that the moon shines brightly for you in the night's sky.




-Liz