If my body stay dark from the cold,
Dawn will not reach me here.
This loneliness soon will grow old
In this empty place, I fear.
Lyrical silence will swallow me whole
As I move through darkness, no end near.
This land in which I see strange stars
Brings night instead of day.
But in this land there is no light.
I reach for the moon, it rolls away.
I cannot settle, and will not fail.
To find that which I seek.
But in this place where monsters crawl
The shadows seem to speak.
I whisper back, but all
My breath comes weak, weak, weak.
In this land, I see strange stars
And feel so far away.
But light will guide me, day will come.
I reach for the moon, I make it stay.
Ashley Miller is from Derry, NH.She is senior and majoring in Psychology with Child Development minor. Although she does not write often, the pieces se writes are inspired by her personal experiences and the poignant emotions that often accompany them. This piece, though, actually began as a false translation of a foreign poem and evolved from there. After graduation, she is going on a 5 week cross country road trip as well as doing other traveling during the summer. She will be taking a year off and plan to begin working in the psychology field in September. After this, she plan to attend graduate school.