The Moon, My Compass
Snow-white light that caught the rain
Shone softly through my window pane
Staring at the moon, I tried to fight
The endless, blinding blur of night.
World soaked in rain like mind in fears
Water smeared the glass like tears
Heavy droplets sliced the breeze
And smashed against the quaking trees.
My fingers pressed against the glass
I traced reflection of the past
What once was truth was now a lie
What once was blue was ink-black sky.
I thought I'd been where I now am
Illusion all along, a scam
Dawn was much further than it seemed
At least thought night, the moon still beamed.
The dark-gray clouds obscured the stars
Like prisoners behind silver bars
They left a space for hope: the moon,
My compass, leading through the gloom.
I followed it throughout the night
I lead me to the sun's gold light
If only I knew it was pretend
A beginning disguised as the end.