Over The Moon
0430.2013
I wonder why everything in a day
must be overtaken with shadow,
the flowers bleeding brilliant brights
and the sky’s bursting blues and bronzes -
the summer trees and most of spring’s resurrection,
all at the mercy of a moon and earth with other plans
It’s not like autumn and winter didn’t
have a good go at it for six months,
I think that’s how long my pleasure
stayed spellbound in their grey and white bones
That’s how it is now that you’ve gone
even with the sun’s enthusiasm for warmth
and the hours now, which are a glaring, yellow topaz,
I should be over the moon in that light
Although I think the wind knows
with its soft sighs and blues
that it’s carrying into my house
how it haunts me because it’s just me
And why do you have to be so moody?
Didn’t anybody show you how to love?
Didn’t anybody else know?
Oh darling, I think with at least four months
where one remains sunlit and sated
we’d have favorable conditions for it.
Marni De Ambershay
0430.2013
I wonder why everything in a day
must be overtaken with shadow,
the flowers bleeding brilliant brights
and the sky’s bursting blues and bronzes -
the summer trees and most of spring’s resurrection,
all at the mercy of a moon and earth with other plans
It’s not like autumn and winter didn’t
have a good go at it for six months,
I think that’s how long my pleasure
stayed spellbound in their grey and white bones
That’s how it is now that you’ve gone
even with the sun’s enthusiasm for warmth
and the hours now, which are a glaring, yellow topaz,
I should be over the moon in that light
Although I think the wind knows
with its soft sighs and blues
that it’s carrying into my house
how it haunts me because it’s just me
And why do you have to be so moody?
Didn’t anybody show you how to love?
Didn’t anybody else know?
Oh darling, I think with at least four months
where one remains sunlit and sated
we’d have favorable conditions for it.
Marni De Ambershay