poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I reach up for the moon
But it is out of reach
I sit down on my dune
In the sand, on the beach

I stare up at the sky
At the darkness and light
The black is unseen
And the white hurts my eyes

My life is not black and white
Nor are my open eyes
As I look up at the shadow
Covering our skies

As I reach up for the moon
Where only eyes can reach
Sitting on a dune
On the sand, in the beach