The moon spoke to me,
through the earbuds of my ipod
It was the moon who spoke to me
He told me a secret
Yet i know it is one he would want me to share
He told me a secret about his light
He told me how and why he was like a torch in the night
He said, "You know it's not actually mine
But it's the light of the sun that makes me shine."
I thought to myself, "that i already know!"
He read my mind and said,
"Son, remember first,
If you be of them that shines like a torch
don't think it's really your light burning bright
But think of the sun that gave life to you
It's he that shines through you!
He then told me about a mirror that's clean
he told me in it what he had seen
the sun he said was shining bright
even in the middle of the earthly night.
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3 comments:
This is the most apt and probably the deepest of the poems I have read and 'understood' in the recent times.. :P
Hats Off!
That was very profound amazing choice and placement of words.
Thanks!
hey mash..this poem in essence says eveything about the philosophy of life...gr8 inspiration man..
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