Chasing The Moon

 

 

 

Do not set a place for me.

I will not enter in.. I know it is but a golden cage, that you wish to capture me in.

You have set the table.. you have prepared the food, you have set the mood..but it is not for love and for loving me.. you only wish to feed your lust from me.

Oh the illusion is so sweet, flowers and candlelight for you and me..fruit and cream..but it is all just a means to seduce me.

But the seduction is not for love, it is not true romance.. just lies of the flesh.. just a lie as you wish to make me your concubine as you see in me no decency.

I know for the last man who had me enter in.. I sat with him in the place that he had set for me.. a delusion of romance and loveliness..all just smoke and mist.

Like a child I trusted this.. I trusted him to be true.. I trusted everything he said.. I trusted the sweet lie.

I drank the wine.. I ate and I dinned ..then soon it was me he feasted upon.. he ate my heart .. he made me cry.. he made me fall into sorrow..because I believed in him.

And so it is.. I will not sup with you.. I will not dine in your worldliness, I do not want to be used like this.. I do not want to feel hopeless.

I run into the forest..chasing moonbeams on my own.. all alone.. until I find the wild soul ..the soul that reflects my own.

He is the wild man.. he is an honest man..the poet and the artist..

I will find him there like me..chasing the moonbeams.

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