I discovered light on the
far side of the moon, a cold light,
like a blue star that had
fallen to its surface and refused
to burn out. I was there
on vacation from the world,
to get away from life itself,
from light and sound,
from all traces of breathing.
The light I found: as I approached,
it lifted up into the air
like a lightning bug that I had
irritated, hovered for a moment
and wandered away. I
wondered what sort of life
would be here, in the darkness,
when I realized that it may
be just like me, who didn't fit
in the places of daybreak,
surprised to see anything else
in the desolate expanse
shadowed from the reaches of the
sun, just wanting to be alone.
I discovered light on the
far side of the moon, where
darkness reigns, but maybe it was
just an illusion, my desire
for the impossible: to be alone
with everyone else in the world.
Antti from Sweden
3:02pm thursday, 19th february
Nice poem. I wrote once a poem of a journey with submarine around the moon. Dark side of the moon is quite a lonely place. No one can hurt you.
I prefer rain,
the direct sunlight
is too hot,
I prefer shadow
where you can feel the cool.
It doesn't matter
the black sun or the sun
the opposites make you
restless.
It just a game of the mind
I prefer rain
with children playing outside.
Antti from Sweden