Orangy moon
You set me on fire
But my heart was burning
Trapped in the cocoon
Of a dangerous dire;
Love was hurting.

The scenery
Of perfect,
Like a song of hope
Turned into misery
The senses were wrecked,
Mind could not cope.

Exploding above
Like a Vulcan
That covers,
With an immense glove
Tentacles of deception
Deceiving the naïve Lover

Too late does not exist
The moment reign
Senses make decisions
Yesterday was missed
Let now gain
Over illusions.

4-20-2015
4 am