Stairs

When I climb the stairs
In the dark, the shadows
Climbing down could be
My past, the days
That disown me
For having stayed
Too long in a place
That knows only to fade
Recede into the night
Of still-born dreams
That no one remembers
Though they had been named
And had cradles and rattles
Waiting for them.

Moon

No more could we say
It's like asking for the moon
For something that's beyond reach ----
The grand old lady
Sitting on the ground
With her legs stretched
We thought we saw up there
Disappeared when
The first men landed ----
Further to learn in school
That it was non-luminous
Shining on borrowed light
Made its aura less bright
Still to look up at the full orb
When it rises over the highrises
Untouched by all the facts we know ----
The moon is still the moon
Something that cannot be fully known.

Truth

Do I not exist if you deny me
Will I stop dreaming
If you mock my dreams
What house do you own
If it can disown you
How is it permanent
If you cannot stay
How do you know
It is a ghost and not god
That the dogs bark at
How do you know
It is not just the silence
That they cannot bear
How many more orbits
Around the sun
Will this reluctant traveller go
Before all that the moon hides
Is thought to be known
And the moon is no more
The moon it was.