As I stand by my window dreaming of falling

Poetry
Marchell Dyon


The Moon Window
Photo Credit: Derek Gavey

Sometimes I wish I could be as vacant from emotions as the moon.
To be just another spirit free to wander,
Behind the fog like the moon is tonight almost too pale to be seen.

Never needing anyone
Never needing hands

I could be seen from the earth falling not like an angel,
But like a star with silver afterburn leaving glitter across the sky.
If I could be like the stars forever shining through the darkness,

Never needing anyone
Never needing hands

As I stand by my window dreaming of falling.
A cool breeze sweeps me and wakes me from my self-impose trance.
I want to be like the moon and the stars feeling only my own soft light.

Never needing anyone
Never needing hands

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Marchell Dyon is from Chicago. Her poem titled “Concrete Love” was published in Toasted Cheese in 2012. Since then her poetry has been accepted and/or published in Full of Crow Poetry Magazine, The Rainbow Rose Ezine, Blue Lake Review, The Stray Branch, and Strange Horizons. She has also won the Torrid Literature’s First Annual Romancing the Craft Award for 2012. Email: marchelldyon[at]yahoo.com

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