A few seconds left
of number nine
waiting for now…
if it comes.
Yes, it’s here
I rush out of there
to my place,
where I can be alone-
but no,
there’s still that raincloud
above me whenever I’m there,
when the sun sets
and the moon glows
that dragon is under me.
When sunlight fills my window
she is over me;
When I am anywhere,
she’s there.
Bur if she wasn’t…
I wouldn’t.
If she disappeared in the moonlight
I’d be the cloud,
lifting her up
and although we’d be gone…
we’d be together, forever.
…
September, 2004
I wrote this poem in seventh grade amd recently found it in a long-lost journal.
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I like it! Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks so much! Just curious, but is there no option to “like” the poem?! I don’t see one on my end.
This is beautiful.
Thanks so much!