The Moon Knows More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A vision of our desire to know

Watercolor veils of confusion and desire, dripping,

Sliding down the faces of stargazers,

They await the wisdom of Orion,

The stars project to those who listen,

All eyes on an ocean of sky,

All minds wondering simply, “Why?”


Pure knowledge sought here,

unbiased, unfiltered,

The new age Sages clear their heads,

Visions of a New Dawn,

An age of understanding and reason,

Eden approaches,

Are you ready, son?

Did you pack your toothbrush?

Did you bring deodorant and blush?

Not a second to waste,

Hurry! Rush!


The spectators smoke pipes and sing songs,

Their youthful energies melded to one,

“Can't we all just, get along?”

No. Answers. Come.

Just the wise silence of the night,

Orion keeps his celestial secrets,

We Are Not Ready.


Our knowledge so vast,

Infinitely growing,

Collapsing to past,

Our ignorance showing,

Too many thoughts,

Not enough thinkers,

Too many questions,

The mind just lingers,

We want it all now,

Nature's bounty of knowing,

But the Moon says “No.”

Its unmistakable face glowing on.


Ancient energies coarse through our flesh,

The penetrating remains of Supernovae past,

Neutrinos dancing on our very souls,

Dancing like Nomads,

Roaming the land in search of Meaning,

Passion,

Love,

They will be disappointed,

For there's no silver lining on the clouds of our chaos,

Even our own Human Nature, bound to betray us,

The End not approaching,

Its always been here,

Hidden within us,

A product of Fear.


The stars understand,

We can only handle The Lie,

The Sages know too,

And they cry, cry, cry,

The calming sea of Infinity calls, beckons,

The tide bringing with it answers,

Answers that lead to new questions,

Questions that lead to new fear,

Fear breeding hate, in our lovely little world,

We Are Not Ready.

Eden slips through our outstretched fingers,

Once more.


Submitted: January 05, 2011

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tattooedmoon

hi dear:) profound poem! nice use of imagery anyway is moon metaphor for some thing?
Godbless&Love,love,love!

Wed, January 5th, 2011 11:19pm

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