Through A Glass Darkly

By George Freek

In the darkening sky, 
a shadow moon rises. 
The horizon is black. 
I sink into my bed,  
my mind reaches for the stars, 
but falls far below. 
There once were things 
I hoped to know, 
but I’ve outlived my desires. 
As my leaking faucet  
counts the passing hours, 
I watch the lonely moon 
ascend the sky. 
It once seemed far away, 
but it’s here to stay.

George Freek is a playwright/poet living in Illinois. His plays are published by Playscripts; Blue Moon Plays and Off The Wall Plays. His poems appear in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem " Written At Blue Lake" was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.