She's stark raving mad
they tell me. But I think
of a wild-eyed dreamer,
hands to the heavens,
splayed,
longing with long fingers
to entice those lights
into moonlight sonatas that would make
Beethoven proud.
And I decide it might not be so bad
to be star-craving mad.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
She's stark raving mad
they tell me. But I think
of a wild-eyed dreamer,
hands to the heavens,
splayed,
longing with long fingers
to entice those lights
into moonlight sonatas that would make
Beethoven proud.
And I decide it might not be so bad
to be star-craving mad.
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