(With
apologies to Yip Harburg and Billy Rose)
Is it really a
super moon
floating over
a bloated sea
lighting a way
to save dear
souls if
they’d believe in me?
We are together
as we’re apart
on each side
of a toughened
glass –
forever
entwined in a
wondrous web -
if you’d believe
in me.
Masked but naked,
enslaved by drudge,
we may live as free men yet,
if you'd believe
in me.
© Natalie Wood
(12 April 2020)
