Poem 2

Feeling Blue

I can change for you. I will. I might

Take any shape or form.

I can change, be better and be bright

And shelter any storm.

Why don’t you notice me? Am I invisible?

I’m not; I checked it, too.

Why won’t you look at me?

How come I’m void to you?

Is it because I’m distant?

Faraway and strange?

I can come closer. Please.

Don’t leave me. I can change.

I have before. But you barely notice

When I change my colour. Or how

I try to make myself big for you.

I used to matter, but I don’t exist now.

I used to twist your head and spark

Your imagination. You worshipped me,

You did, don’t deny it. I shone in the dark,

And you used to make up stories about me.

Yet, now you hardly realise when I’m not here.

My friends tell me that you do; you rage and panic,

But I can’t trust the stars of this hemisphere.

Anyway, what do they know of our connection?

It’s silly, actually, but I am feeling blue.

I would die for your love, your attention.

Or a glance, really. What am I to you

Now that you don’t need me to fight your monsters?

Now that you are safe in your cities, or so you think.

Now that you hide yourself in smartphones

And reduce your imagination to the span of a click.

Now that you don’t need the Moon to guide your spirit.

But I’m still here, watching, waiting, glistening.

Hoping for some of you to look up from the screen.

And I’ll be here, if you do, forever listening

For as I can change, so you can, too.