The Moon Knew Your Beauty

The moon knew your beauty,
the sun never spilt on it,
only the moon knew.

Visiting by street light,
meeting by lamp light,
never knowing how the sun might cast
a shadow of your face.

Stolen moments,
secret words,
thoughts shared,
bodies touched,
hearts entwined,
but never in the light.

Yet the moon knew your beauty,
it knew your form,
it saw our passion,
the only witness to our love.

Never talking, never telling,
hints, secrets, silence,
sneaking around, quiet, hush.

The journey is short,
yet seldom travelled.
Our hearts beat by phone, by internet,
in time yet seldom together.

Missing, longing,
words felt,
burning to be said,
yet unspoken.

The distance so short,
yet untravelled,
wanting so much,
dreaming so much.

No words, no messages, just thoughts.

Thoughts of missing,
of yearning, of longing,
of belonging, of knowing yet knowing not.

Still the moon knew your beauty,
it smiled and told,
no one.

The Pain Inside

How could you,
what did I do to deserve,
What gives you the right to cause me such pain?

I was there for you, all the way,
Gave my heart to you, every day,
Shared my soul, my self, my family, my bed.

Did I do you such wrong,
Did I hurt you so bad,
When you needed me there did I turn my back?

Did I tread on your dreams,
Or snuff out your lights,
Did I trample your hopes as you slept in the night?

You’ve treated me bad,
You know I never did,
I offered you kindness,
And you took the piss.
I never thought, even after all that we did,
You’d stoop so low as to come to this.

Where did I go wrong,
How did I come to this,
How do I cope,
Tell me how to get through it.

You need to remember,
I know you to,
Where you work, play and sleep,
Who you talk to and kiss.

What you don’t realise,
By closing this door,
You’ve opened a pit,
A giant ravening maw,
That can swallow you whole,
Your ego and all.

Don’t step near that edge,
Don’t risk you might fall,
For the pain inside,
Will sustain a fire,
That will burn you up,
along with all you desire.

Not payback, nor vengeance,
Neither reprisal or retribution.
But karma will call on you,
When you least expect.
She’ll wear my face,
Stained with the tears I shed.

When that day comes,
I’ll be cheering her on,
For you lost my faith, friendship and support,
When you used me and hurt me,
Without some much as a thought.