moon

the future never

partly to help the unborn fear,
and mostly because of the sun,
i paused and bent at the knee.
i knew a war had been won.

i stopped atop the grassy knoll
and took in the broken view,
because if moments like yours could be relived
then perhaps his could be too.

the box with its music broke into my thoughts.
a scattered sill of glass
a relapse to things i have never seen
a taste of the sinful repast.

can i not ask about the moon hanging there?
i just want to know 'bout the time.
the deafening roar of your silence
i looked at my hands.