THE MOON SAW ME HOME

The moon saw me home,
greeting me
from behind her gauze
of clouds.
The air was heavy
with diamonds
shinning in the trees.
I was in a dream walking
when she disappeared
behind November's cloak
cut off in mid sentence
like a sudden death.
Surprised and angry
she hears not the silent scream.
I'm waiting for her sign
in the embattled streets
bleeding neon.
I drift up the
bare wooden stairs
hardly making a sound.
Taking off my winter wrap
she waves to me through
my window.
She blows a lover's kiss
across the endless
vacancies of space.
There is no need
to gird for war
and without my shield
and armour
I talk out loud to her.
She seems to hear
she smiles
and then disappears
behind her mystery of clouds.
Leaving me alone
on the battlefield
among the quick and the dead
with bloody hands
and empty dreams
and all those years long gone
since
the moon saw me home.

THE MOON SAW ME HOME

©Copyright November 28, 1996 by John-Ward Leighton Revised: February 27, 2007

©Copyright November 28, 1996 by John-Ward Leighton
Revised: February 27, 2007