Voice of the Moon

by Anna, 8th Grade

Victoria Scholl

Name Portrait Preliminary Sketch

Pencil & Colored Pencil, 2006

8th - Advanced Art

People say I have a scary sort of confidence.

I lie awake at night, watching the moonlit sky

for some inkling of my past lives.

I lay awake and cry the sweet tears of blood.

Anger? Or sorrow? I cannot tell.

This night calms me. Soothes me.

I take a deep breath,

smelling the wonderful evergreen trees I love.

I cannot cry anymore.

So I cry to the moon.

I cry and cry,

but the moon never answers.

So I fade into the evergreen trees I love.

And, become the background.