Let me ask about the tears of the moon.
The silver splinters in the soul,
reflecting the agony of the light,
as it tries to brighten, in vain,
the dark maze of the mind.
Let me ask about the sadness of the Devil.
The guilty desires of the flesh,
punishing the beauty of the heart,
as it’s scarring, with an unforgiving memory,
the loneliness of the wonder of love.
Let me ask about the insanity of the future.
The futile dream of the lover,
hoping to be awaken by his woman’s breath,
as she creates life, by giving birth
to the tears of the moon.
Let me ask...
Niko Tiliopoulos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-ask/
