Dan Djurdjevic

You don't care if I am limping to the moon with you. I might have known that you'd be finding things to do when we got there. Through your lens our hopes and dreams come sharply into view, even when they have long since retreated from my consciousness. You bear the weight of all my burdens so they disappear, check my baggage in so I can have it out of sight and mind. I don't care that we might never make it to the moon. I'm happy limping next to you. Copyright © 2009 Dejan Djurdjevic

Adapted from the original poem I wrote in 1987 and the song of the same name in 2000. An empty page before me keeps me from my sleep as I watch my maiden sigh. Occupied in slumber's innocence so deep, my maiden lies asleep tonight. Shall I homage pay to this Goddess of mine at some time? Can I bring this page to bear a single line for good? Like some chronicle of wasted time, this page before me boasts a sestet crime: All the meaning's stolen from the rhyme for good. Copyright © 1987, 2000, 2009 Dejan Djurdjevic