He looks out <br />his window. <br /> <br />And I look out <br />mine. <br /> <br />Between us <br />there is <br />the little matter of a thousand years or so. <br /> <br />We both <br />look at the moon. <br /> <br />I look back <br />at his past moon <br /> <br />and he looks forward <br />into mine. <br /> <br />The loneliness <br />is the same. <br /> <br />Through the window <br />of his poem <br /> <br />We both look <br />at the same moon <br /> <br />Feel the same pain. <br /> <br />The book falls at my feet. <br />I fall asleep. <br /> <br />He still awake <br />thousand of years ago.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-never-sleeps/
