Moon Dust… #Poetry

 

 

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Moon dust blinded my vision

Everything looked strange, opaque, glistening

 I was looking through a snowflake.

My world in white, people I knew float by

Ghosts I hardly recognise.

I felt like the ice queen in the storybook

Without the hardness around my heart.

I rubbed and rinsed my eyes with no effect.

Where do I go from here?

I cannot live without colour, my world turned

Upside down. I don’t like it.

I walk to my favourite park, watching

White squirrels rushing from tree to tree

Rain washed tears slowly remove

The dust from my eyes, colour danced

Where it belonged. I am back in my own world

Two hours of strangeness

I cannot tell how it came to be…

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