A shy Moon and a Set of Keys

clouds shift restlessly
in the wind torn sky
through the window
on the third floor
when everone has gone
i see a partial silver disc
like a winking eye
or buried treasure
a giant coin glistens
the shy moon sits in the east
waiting for brother sun
to settle down
embrace the horizon
with a kiss
for a moment i turn away
suddenly its gone
coloured by steely shades of
as i wipe away the day’s
i gaze upon a set of keys
there on the table
by their symbolism
gesturing to my working day
the futility of expectations
last man standing

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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