Rendezvous
Under the stars
Where were you when I arrived
Or did I come too soon?
Our rendezvous under the stars
To see the blood-red moon.
You are my imagination.
One slip, and I might fall.
I need my instincts.
More than anything at all.
I live alone most of the time.
My best friend is myself.
I’ve worked, prayed, and existed.
My presence is my wealth.
Love me if you love yourself
Beware, I have a bite.
I primarily inflict upon myself.
Morning noon or night.
When gone, I never disappear.
I leave memories behind.
Some are good, some are bad.
Others leave you in a bind.
I know by instinct.
Where to walk with impunity
And places to be careful
When it appears, there’s unity.
You know me better than I do
My mirror shows my face.
Of just one more flawed member
Of the human race
©
David Rudder
2022
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