12/20/10
It only happens every 400 years or so
(but that's what they always say).
Tonight I gazed at a face who lost its light,
whose color turned red with nothing to reflect.
No bright white shining down on me.
The Earth got in the way,
an orb born to be realistic.
To ground dreams and wishes.
To say "no" at a last whisper.
To block heroes from their keepers.
Tonight I saw the stars outshine the moon
because the sun was eclipsed by horrid truth.
The Earth haughtily proving wrong
the dreams of a satellite to be something more
than a rock enslaved by invisible chains
to a goddess of saltwater and dirt.
Makes 400 years seem all to soon.
Glad I wont be around.
Reminds me too much of you.
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