The Moon

I look up to the Sky,
And the Moon calls my name...
She brings not death--but light.

The puff of my cigarrette
Fills my lungs with smoke.
It is cleansing--
Removing my anger; my doubt.

I feel lost, but the Moon...
She is guiding me--telling me
That I will find home.
Telling me, that I will find myself...

I am not sure
If she is speaking truth,
Though in my Heart
I know
She does not lie.

I cannot ask
The meaning of Her words,
For She uses none.

Her voice
Is thought--pictures
Amongst gathered mist.

I looked up to the Sky,
And the Moon called my name...

hmm...

I lay here thinking:
“What am I doing?”
“Why am I here?”
“What’s going on in my life?”

Some day I’ll figure it out... All I can think about is how tired I am; both physically and emotionally.

I just remembered -- I need to buy toilet paper.