Mind mines

 At some point, staring at the moon

I oft think who’s looking at who ?

It’s light mocks me, yet I mock back at it too.

On pitch dark nights, my light still shines through.

In clouds hide and seek, I relive life’s chances

At some point in the zero hour,

I’m taken to think, this life…

My mind, it’s constructs 

Dissecting them trough the bars.

Which  protected which ? Caged which ?

Me or it !

A moon on a rainy night

Life remains, but out of sight!

Yet I see lightning and thunder,

Glistening stones and leafs

Talking to your soul.