Poe's Journal Entry
Things have…I don’t know where to begin. How do you start fresh? New? To keep the haunting memories and feelings for others at bay?I have taken steps in the right direction though. I am here for the others, I need to be the glue to heal these cracks within the crew. I hope others see I am trying to heal this group…trying to…help. I am sincere when I ask how they are doing…and it has been painful to be pushed to arms length. But I have accepted that, their choice and what they need to do. The pain I feel, it’s my own insecurities, reminding me of rejection from long ago. It will fade with time.
I brought out the bells. I used to hate having to perform each evening for the family. Mother said the moon wouldn’t rest until she had heard the sweet song and voice. I had stopped singing once I left. But…tonight, when the moon was overhead, it seemed, well, right. The lyrics came back to me so easily.
I watch you spin from afar
I drink you in and breath you out
I’m camouflaged by the timeline
I’m camouflaged when the sun shines
Two ships passing in the night
Two lips pressing ground the tides
I believe the world it spins for you
We will never be, I am the moon
I long to be a part
I isolate my heart
You’ve drawn me into your world
Now I too spin limbless
One hand clapping, where’s the wind
I stand spanning at your distant wings
I believe the world it spins for you
We will never be, I am the moon
