My feet kept me walking
My mouth kept me talking
The moonlight, oh the light
What vision, what a sight!
Reality, truly, or imagined state?
Static here am I or blank slate?
As night sky watches over all
I listen, where, can I enthral?
I walk, I think, I’m sure I do
I talk, I think, I hear it’s true
Oh stasis, symptomatic
Of a mind erratic.
Searching all night, is it still dark?
Images clear, such stasis stark
I seek to see your face near mine:
I’ll search all night in sweet moon shine.
One thing I know despite my ramble
My mind still sharp like briar or bramble
My heart still burns for love not found
So still I’ll walk across all ground.
I don’t even know who you even are
If you live, you will live away so far
Yet I love you and you love me: it’s sweet
And how cruel it is that we shall not meet.
© Kris Blackburn 27/07/2015