Half A Face
The lonely moon
The sky is alive with bright hues of orange,
The sky is alive with bright hues of orange,
Yellow, and gray
Beneath the dark green cedar tree
It is quiet on the bench where we sit
Thinking darkness is just another shade of light
Inhaling deep
You clear your throat, stand up
Wipe tears and begin to sing lyrics in a broken voice
Telling stories of unfulfilled dreams.
Sometimes you ripple with pain,
Beneath the dark green cedar tree
It is quiet on the bench where we sit
Thinking darkness is just another shade of light
Inhaling deep
You clear your throat, stand up
Wipe tears and begin to sing lyrics in a broken voice
Telling stories of unfulfilled dreams.
Sometimes you ripple with pain,
But regain composure soon
To shine like a half-moon
Thin like a sheet of paper
Sliced directly down the center
With a razor-sharp precision.
To shine like a half-moon
Thin like a sheet of paper
Sliced directly down the center
With a razor-sharp precision.
By: Ashok K. Bhargava
Vancouver, Canada.
