the moon is tired

mountains of mothballs
by the fire
circling around in
blind sight

the dark room
is damp and dense
surrounding is
silence so intense

looking out through
the window at the sky
the warm wind whirled
my head spun

the moon is not bright
the moon is pale
the moon is tired...

i love the moon. when it's full i see a smile in its surface crater looking down at us. like a dollar bill sort of, looking at you with that famous president, like our new president-elect Obama. inspiring, stimulating, intellectually, of course, laughs. some people are very, very clever, yes they are :) but at the same time some are equally disgusting as well, sometimes :) but not you Mr. president elect, for you are the hope and the change that i was longing for the longest now :)