Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Sunrises and Stories (Under the Moon)

We basked under the moon
And traced the ring around it
The nights were too long
When we waited for the dawn
But too short when we started spinning

Of how the Americans ‘SPAM-med” us
Of how numbers count
Of how hot chocolate tastes better
With marshmallows
Than without

Of how life hangs by a thread
And how I thread words
Of how you see a forest in a seed
And how I see a mango in it

Of how this world should be educated
And our hearts be pruned
Of how risks must be calculated
But always make time for an ice cream on a cone

You like to watch the sun rise
I, the break of dawn
They are timed differently
But share the same Horizon