Monday, 2 April 2018

A poem by Sonja Nelson

I Dreamed There Was a Fire on the Moon


I dreamed there was a fire on the moon.
And it hung glowing in the sky
like a jack-o-lantern’s crescent smile.
I could see it
Cheshire-cat-grinning,
and inside time was ticking,
ticking. I don’t have much time left.

I don’t have much time left;
the moon is your home,
and somehow I must save you
before the flames engulf,
before the smoldering surface melts
when the moon falls from the sky.

When the moon falls from the sky,
I would see it like a rip
tear across the fabric of my black-out curtains,
because even in my dreams
I hunker in a bomb shelter.
The world is not my home either,
but then neither is the moon.
The moon is a place people go when they die.

The moon is a place people go when they die
and you died
long ago now but
our spheres are only separated by outer space,
and in my dream I have a rocket.
I might not often brave the world down here
but for you I’ll brave the sky.

For you I’ll brave the sky,
this time
I’ll catch you before the moon burns.
Next I would take us to a planet where we both belong,
but we both know I’ll wake up
before we get there.
We both know I’ll wake up before we get there.








About Sonja - I live with my boyfriend in Oakland, California, and though I am currently disabled, I’m looking forward to soon being able to return to school, where I hope to continue studying clinical psychology and creative writing. I have enjoyed writing poetry since I was a child, and it has since remained a great passion of mine.

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