Moon II

The wind whistles at me
As I search for the sun
Night beckons - alluring
The promise of a full moon
Shining just right
Want reasons for my questions
Answers eluding my every moove
Motion is a deception of thought
A promise of elusive content.

My ship sails high
On the horizon of my mind
My thoughts- moving in tandem
The wind of despair blow through
Pushes my ship into action
The sad times - the bad times
Life - energy - me
Alive. Free

2003. Palash Mitra