As The Cool Moon Rises
as the cool moon rises
the shadows of time come out to play
as the sun, slips quietly away
as the pre-set day melts into the memory
watching the cool night grow from the day
listening to hollow sounds
echoing so lost, around my head
as the dream fades to the grave it was born from
another one is dead
as the cool moon rises
rising up like a menacing sea of black
the world is held to ransom by a thousand surprises
and it always turns around to look back
as the cool moon rises
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As The Cool Moon Rises – Written Monday 22nd February 1993 (Aged 17)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 
Wow, you already had a way with words! Very soulful!
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Thank you, that’s very kind. This is the beginning for me, I don’t have anything much earlier than this. My writing probably got worse after this for the following couple of years!!! I liked this because I can read it without wincing. Thank you for taking time to read – hope you’re safe and well.
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