The Deconstructive Mind

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A Letter from the Moon to the Sun

My light, slight and silver pale,
Shines in the Darkness, frail.
Ambient, weak, it’s still a light,
And softly glows at night.

Illumination comes from only one;
I just reflect it from the sun.
Truly, you deserve the credit.
I just simply spread it. 

Your light breathes life below,
My light, too slight, can never show.
But instead of black, the darkest dread,
My aim, I signify the light you shed

So, reflecting like a Mirror, in the night I’ll stay
Even if you’ll never show me the light of day.


Nomadic Me


I am,
As a gypsy,
Wandering aimlessly,
Whose home is where his heart is,
Who gave his heart away.
Careless, hopeless, free
Destined to wander
Destined to wonder
How else it could be?

So Much Beauty in Dirt

Bloom, the unconscious hero,

For the sake of beauty, grown

Out of dirt and out of mud.

Rising from the mother,

Oh great Earth!

Rising undeterred in crowded wood.

Rising ever more with absconded hood.

Gently parting that scarlet veil.

Displaying all the beauty that one should.

Never known to man nor woman.

In that sacred grove,

It stands, the most beautiful flower.