If you drew a straight line from the
moon that shines through my window to
me and carried on that line to yourself, then
the angle would be as sharp as the pain
that keeps me awake.
Do I enjoy sorrow and that orb
whose false energy is blurred by the
film that cups my eyes as I smile.
A smile with sadness in my eyes
( if you could see me as I look up to you )
that would drive you to push me
away as you try in dismay to
rid yourself of the troubles in life.
If you counted the pebbles on the
beach you would see that only one
of them is me.
And to cast that pebble into the sea ?