Dark side of the moon

November 6, 2013
chris

Just what do you think…?

When the light dies at night…

When the voices go from clatter to whispers…

The moons shadow casts her scowl across your room..

She loves you, you know…

As you huddle in your blankets, hating her..

It’s your mind that created the hate, your history….

Your parents, and their ignorant ways….

They didn’t know any better, but they Knew they could do better…

Yet they didn’t…

It is down to you….as you huddle in your sheets,

As the moon sings you to sleep, while you hate her…

Find your place.

Know yourself,

Without understanding of histories failures we shall never….

Could never…

Look up at the moon.

With respect, and understanding…

Without huddling under our sheets..

Crying the tears of history’s lost..

Like you did as a child..

Like we did as children…

We are no different..

We are all filled with self-righteous beliefs that we did so much better than those before us..

Because?

Tablets….an iphone….or maybe a nice laptop?

We have become the slaves to the very thing we think has cut us free..

I understand now why my mother cried at night…

As a girl…

In her bed of knowledge…

Late at night….

I look up at the moon..

Wishing I had listened to her words…

Now hearing nothing but silence…

As her shadow now glides silently away..

As your mother cries for redemption..

While you stare up whispering….

No.