Reminiscing in Light:
Gaze the moon
Alex Sayette | 7th Grade, Room 215
A little Gray Building
i sit and watch and gaze the moon
my fingers dance through the soil
with the chilling warmth that freezes
the green mossy tarp that is alive
my fingers dance through the soil
i grasp a fist of such, grainy stuff,
the green mossy tarp that is alive
it’s such that life is due to spring
i grasp a fist of such, grainy stuff,
the bark, it smells of the cool earth, i feel
it’s such that life is due to spring
i extend an arm to graze the lowest branch
the bark, it smells of the cool earth, i feel
the sky, it watches, the moon awaits
i extend an arm to graze the lowest branch
i extend an arm, i stroke the moon
the sky, it watches, the moon awaits
their cooing, lunar grin, the trickster eyes
i extend an arm, i stroke the moon
she opens her mouth, and yawns
a haze, the world, now in drowsy mist
the sky rolls over, the clouds embrace
with the chilling warmth that freezes
not a sedentary person am i, yet i sit tonight
the foggy halo, it assembles,
fading and blurring the edges of the night
but i do not doubt that these edges are elusive, and not finite
i do not doubt that this night was meant for drowsy resting
i sit and watch and gaze the moon
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