november moon hugging the edge of night
are you the only witness to the plight
of a heart decades ploughed and shorn by lies?
white stalk-arms reach stiff to the inky skies
frozen again under a white facade
of cruel obedience and auld bravade
how do you do it? she asks the shy sphere
how do you hang there without heavy tears
pulling you down into the sordid coquette
of the narcissist and her glad marionettes?
because from here i see it all so clear
he says. i see freedom and wild frontier
take me there, won’t you please, and if you dare,
to where the geese fly and carry my prayers