JIGSAW MOON

[Yorkshire Lad]

JIGSAW MOON

YELLOW PIECES OF A JIGSAW MOON
SHINE ON NIGHTS THAT ARE NOT QUITE JUNE
CUT AND CONTOURED BY BRANCHES OF TREE
A NOCTURNAL IMAGE TO MESMERISE ME
PEACEFUL FRAGMENTS OF A NIGHTTIMES AIR
AWAY FROM THE HUSTLE OF DAILY DESPAIR
DEEP FROG CHORUS CROAKED IN DOUBLE TIME
HARMONIOUS SOUNDS THAT ARE ALL BUT MINE

DARKNESS SURROUNDS ME BUT DARKNESS FAILS
TO CHURN THE PIT OF MY ENTRAILS
ALL THAT MATTERS IS FOR NOW I AM FREE
WITHIN THE COCOON OF MY TRANQUILITY
NO FEAR OR HARM TO CONTEMPLATE
NO TEDIOUS BURDEN OF PEER PRESSURE WEIGHT
HAPPY TONIGHT UNDER A MAGICAL SKY
NO NEED TO WORRY, NO NEED TO CRY

BUT MORNING COMES AND FAR TOO SOON
TO ECLIPSE THE PIECES OF MY JIGSAW MOON
SO FROM THE RUINS OF ANOTHER DAY
I MUST SALVAGE THE REMNANTS OF MY DECAY
TO TAKE TO THE NIGHT WITH IT’S DUTY OF CARE
A PROMISE OF PEACE WILL GUIDE ME THERE
BACK THE CALM OF MY COCOON
BACK TO THE PIECES OF MY JIGSAW MOON

[tinderella]

I really enjoyed reading this Phil.... Under that canny Yorkshire exterior, beats the heart of a poet.