He thinks he can fool the moon,
hiding behind her shadows when
she wanders aimlessly in the sky.
He thinks he knows her depths
of pain and despair when she falls
over and over again and nobody is
there.
He knows nothing about the star
on her forehead.
He only knows she might be crazy or
dead.
He thinks this and that but he never
reaches her hand, he never sees her
heart under his command.
And as time goes by, she is almost near
the window, she is almost ready to forget
him forever and fly.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011
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