Step outside yourself
and let us chase the moon,
do not let the
misanthrope break
the thread woven through
every loom.
Waken! Up you go!
Hold my hand and run-
the moon is up
ahead of us,
shadowed by the sun
which rises in its stead
but chase it yes
we must! Dispelling
all the gloom
sweet moon of
understanding all
that isn’t me.
This is how we
see the future,
every single breath
is worth the
saving – else
all that is left
are actions un-
redeemable.
So step outside
yourself with me
so we can chase
the moon over threads
connecting us in
the patchwork quilt –
the sewing together
gives life and warmth.
Anne's mediocre poetry 