untitled poem

a full moon;
the loving child
they wane away tenderly
into black outlines
of what they once were

The funs and joys
of childhood toys
are gone

--Until you meet a girl
and feelings twirl
through your eyes
stars in stuff
in full moon skies

a full moon;
the loving girl
they wane away tenderly
into black outlines
of what they once were

This relationship
is an extension of me
but again I never became
what I wanted to be