Chained to the moon
Creatures of the night and habit
The phases and the phrases
Spoken, much the same
Are we much like the moon in that way?
Tilting and shifting
A gradual slide
Through the spectrums of consciousness
We are wide awake
Much like this moon
And as the tides within us, settle like the waves
And lower, like the tides
We find ourselves calm again
Until the next, high tide
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Chained to the moon
Creatures of the night and habit
The phases and the phrases
Spoken, much the same
Are we much like the moon in that way?
Tilting and shifting
A gradual slide
Through the spectrums of consciousness
We are wide awake
Much like this moon
And as the tides within us, settle like the waves
And lower, like the tides
We find ourselves calm again
Until the next, high tide
