Sids and Sorrow Under a New Moon

by

Doug Larson

New moon night of dreams
shines blue too many times.
I fail to comprehend
his oh, so silent cries.
I lie asleep in wonder,
and his lilliputian silence
does not pierce
the veil of my slumber.
Under starry skies I fail
in my imbued responsibility,
with his susceptibility
now exposing my neglect.
My steadfast culpability
becomes the judge and jury
that will hang me with a supine rope.
The tightly knotted hemp
of my deficit abilities
lies brittle as a starfish;
crumbles from my neck in shattered morsels.
Star light, star bright
I wish I may, I wish. I wish.
I wish I might;
but from his peaceful sleep, tonight
he will not wake to see me cry.
And everything lies brittle
now, lost to incumbent dreams.
Father moon is new and disappears
under starry, starry skies.

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