powder blue

the sun and the  moon of my infancy had set....the moon has no secrets for me left ..all are told ...all flew away from me like newspaper scraps on a windy morning...the morning mist brings nothing new for me..i saw everything ..everything developed in front of my eyes just like  tiny shapes forming a pattern....while my past troubles my sleep....my future is ineffable or at least thats my shifty wish .
I will be here when the moon will rise and nothing can change my options.