Turning Point

By Martin Falatic
Written 1995-06-05 22:40
Revised 1995-06-05 22:40

I looked at the moon tonight,
Cold, distant, solemn,
The embodiment of my dreams and my aspirations,
As they collide with an uncertain future.

I felt the tears brimming,
Bitter tears, not of the betrayed,
But of the betrayer,
Mourning the loss of his soul.

Dreams cried out in the silent vacuum between us,
Abandoned by their progenitor.
Forgiveness is at once a breath and a lifetime away.
Redemption held hostage by fear.

Words strain to escape my fingers,
To bridge the gap between the moon and mankind,
To illuminate the path into tomorrow.
I have only just begun…

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