Eclipse of the Moon In July: A Poem
I counted until the seventh month.
The full moon is more beautiful.
Covered with black, red shadows creates a sense of pent-up.
Peaceful, dark black a few hours.
Among them there are some people bowing down.
Some laughed happily in the room
Some dream happy
Some weep for someone's departure
Some withstand thirst and hunger among winds that pierce bones.
Some still passing by like a bitch who is afraid of unfortunate fate
Some just stare with longing
The partial story is a piece of the past and the painting of the future.
The one present around
But briefly, to remember and in view.
Just like we watch the July welcome.
Red lunar eclipse
The lunar eclipse is like a hope in imaginary flakes
The lunar eclipse that brought the message after July disappeared.
That tomorrow between us closed the opportunity and tied the waist
For life after the eclipse disappeared in July.
© 2018 Halley Kawistoro