The moon is my friend at night.
I can feel the warmth and tranquility
within its existence, the depth and
vivid dreams swirling inside its glowing
frame.  I stretch my arms high in the
sky and let the bursting radiance shine
upon my soul, take my life across the
shores of starry worlds.  I can see the
truth within its kingdom, the river of
wisdom and pure diction, river of
seamless nouns and pronouns, my eyes
lost in the magnificent mountain of
astounding hues.

I want to drift inside the moon and let
it’s multiplying chemistry electrify my
mind and spark my heart.  I’m in love
with the invention of time, the glittering
light shining in the eastern breeze,
surrounding me, taking me towards infinity.

The moon is my life, everything enveloping
my pain and turning it into a bright sensation
of exuberance and joy.  I like the way my
skin feels in the night, how it’s soft touch
swims in endless seas, how the moon glistens
upon my flesh, bathing in my melanin beauty,
welcoming its existence within my mansion.