ON THE OUTSIDE

Always, on the outside,

Always, looking in.

Always, afraid to show herself,

For fear,

They'd see her sin.

Unable, to let herself

Be set free,

Unable, to tell us why.

Caught inside her world,

Her mind,

It wasn't that she's shy.

She didn't think,

They'd understand,

Perhaps, they never will.

Laughter,

Never once was heard,

She always was so still.

We only knew,

She had herself,

Silence,

Her only friend.

On the outside,

Looking in.

No beginning and,

No end.

Full Phase

Magically, he rises,
So big and
Full of light.
Ironically,
Mother Earth is asleep,
Filled with dark of night.

He peeks his large face,
Up over tree tops,
Casting his luminous glow.
It's always such a mystery,
The evenings celestial show.

With wonder I watch
As he continues his flight,
Up, to his evening place,
He does this slowly, meticulously,
Completely, with poise and grace.

I stand there amazed,
As I gaze to the sky,
Taking in all that I see,
I bid him farewell for the night, and
Give thanks for the tranquility.