caught betwixt the sun and the pale moonlight
penning in metaphor, oblique is your write
my perspective clear, but it's only my side
answers seeking wisdom from purple sage
curtains that won't rise on the actor's stage
hopes that get caught in a very small cage
the book that I read has a blank last page
how do I get in--push right on through
dots that won't connect between me and you
rain pours down from the constant monsoon
it always gets darker before the sky turns blue
far to the West--lays a new promise land
where we walked together once hand in hand
things keep shifting like the hot desert sand
nothing ever turns out exactly as we planned
caught in the middle between black and white
caught betwixt the sun and the pale moonlight
penning in metaphor, oblique is your write
my perspective clear, but it's only my side
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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