9-9-15

the universe’s doors creak and moan

under the pressure of my mind

and though it’s been so long

that we’ve seen the sunrise

today, I sit and wonder

am I really all alone?

time basks under the willow tree

where weeping is a constant

the hollows of the bark

hold the secrets of the world

yesterday I wished for the sun

but today, I want to lay in the moonlight

and I truthfully have to wonder

how far have you gone, and why?