Poems of Moon

[DrakeDamage]

Glass of water

Let the river flow the wind whispered
in a matter more than despered
as if stars would fall and sun were to freeze
so grave and worried sounds the timid breeze

Let the water be, there's nothing more to it
don't stop nor bend the line of flow
let it be free, let it go on its own
and the water was no more, it was all a metaphore

In tower high above castle grounds
sits a pony of royal bounds
reading lines from book about life and time
pondering about its own time of prime

A glass of water waits on a desk close by
a thirst it hopes over course of time to satisfy
but the pony hasn't moved for hours straight
maybe tonight the glass's faith will be in vain

There's another pony hidden in frame of spruce
same as the reading mare but bound unable to cut loose
a reflection, looming presence only the mare can see
memory it is and memory it shall forever be

Page turned, chapter ended, book descended onto the desk
Mare streched, bones cracked and yawn escaped
It was late or maybe early, one could never tell
She took a step outside in nothing but a light blanket draped

A cold night's touch on a naked fur soothing to our mare
taking down the moon with sun raising to its place is all she can bear
stepping back in and falling into the bed
warmth enveloping with touch of samet

Eyes now shut accompanied with light breathing
And letting the mare of dreams be the one dreaming
let the sounds of morning not wake the nocturnal mare
let her rest in quiet and for another night prepare

Give her a moment, ages for you
for patience is the only truth
Time in cycles travelling fiend
uncatchable, from control weaned

And the glass will wait, till the mare wakes
when dry tongue will beckon the mare to sip
letting the glass steal a kiss of her lip
enjoying the little things is what living takes