As The Cool Moon Rises
As the cool moon rises,
the shadows of time come out to play.
As the sun slips quietly away,
the pre-set day melts into memory.
Watching the cool night grow from 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.
James Garratt – Written Monday 22nd February 1993
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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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