Illiterate Llumine
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

When the moon is dark
When the sky is bright
And I think of day
All that comes is night

When I need to bathe
In the swift moonlight
I can't breath in its shine
It can read my minds

It can read my thoughts
And it makes me blind
I can't see my search
I can't seem to find

What I'm looking for
What I need in mind
To be working more
Than I bleed in line