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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Didn't Matter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It didn’t matter if the moon was full last night, and that I did not count the stars-<br>Or that the birds were singing upon early morning awakening, <br>Forty or some odd years ago- or perhaps even before then-<br>A full moon evoked fantasies of fortune, mystery and desire to know<br>What existed beyond my own back yard-<br>Stars were a million light years away and<br>Brought to mind none but curiosity and fascination-<br>I never knew why birds sang and hardly cared- as<br>Their songs were hymns of enchantment, <br>In tune with love of nature at the rising of the sun -<br> The dawning of a new day was reason for celebration.<br>I do not know if the moon was full last night<br>The sun could rise this morning and<br>This world could cease to exist-I am lost inside a world of my own<br>Where I live inside the fortress of my thoughts, <br>Spoken words echo about my mind and<br>Inundate with fear, rage and terror-here inside the tenement of my delusions<br>I have been commanded by voices echoing about the chambers of my mind <br>To lock the door to actuality, and to toss its key to the wind outside-<br>The songs of the sparrows have evaded me and<br>I no longer care to witness the rising of the sun, or<br>The dawning of a new day, and have become quite a stranger to myself-<br>It doesn’t matter if the moon was full last night<br>And not only the stars are a million light years away- as seemingly are <br>Hopes and dreams for a promising future I had as a child-<br>I stare upward towards the ceiling counting<br>The stars that are a figment of my imagination-<br>Inside the world of my thoughts, dreams and apparitions <br>I am being inundated by a phantasmal though provocative meteor shower, and<br>Trapped inside hell’s brushfire that no rainstorm can extinguish; <br>It has been said that dancing beneath the full moon can bring about loss of sanity-<br>Hiding inside the safe haven of my fondest dreams <br>I could be found wishing upon one of those stars<br>Some millions of light years away-<br>While I have become a lost soul with no destiny-<br>Dancing beneath that fickle light of the moon, mistrustful of all intruders, I could be-<br>Hell’s brushfire has burnt down the bridge that connects veracity to unreality-<br>Even though it may always remain in question <br>To whether or not the moon has remained full past midnight as would be hidden behind <br>Clouds of apprehension, I can still <br>Wish upon those stars after the day the sun burns out-and perhaps some day<br>I may find hope, peace of mind and fortune as near as within my own back yard…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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