Written by a Moody Pen
(& Often a Sarcastic Muse)
Staring out into the silent night,
I blow a kiss to a star, then take flight.
My wings are black as an ebony bark
And I’m cloaked in cloth just as dark.
I soar over your heads, and under the moon
While the world sleeps within its dark cocoon.
Brushing the wind, I hum a song,
As soft as a flower but extremely strong.
On the wind, my wordless melody rides,
Spreading its essence, no louder than sighs.
It uses your dreams to flow into your soul,
Instilling hope, making you whole.
And as the sun steps over, shooing the night,
I too must go, as I change in the light.
So folding my wings, I set with the moon;
I faint without knowing and float to my room.
When the light of the sun falls on my face,
I wake with a start, ready to race.
I have entirely no memory of what I had done.
I only know of the schedule that I need to run.
The song I had sung, the flight I had flown
Is as real as dandelions carelessly blown.
I so exist without living, day after day.
I tune out my soul, keeping my dreams at bay.
Surviving each day, though I don’t know why;
Not knowing my true self, I exist till I die.
I don’t know what I am, or what I can do . . .
I only know that I’m here . . . existing like you.
And in much the same way, you don’t know what you can be . . .
You only know that you’re here, existing like me . . .