HORIZON

The moon viciously disrupts my sleep

and it turns into

funny rags.

In my room all night

next to me it stays

and there’s no way now

you can walk by.

The moon is tearing the thread of day.

It captured me, and stops the daybreak.

It’s not allowing the morning dew,

or any dream to return.

Again....

Rf.: You are also

not passing by.

The moon

out of spite is still on the look-out.