From the east, I rose towards the sky
What time is it? It's nightwatch time!
From behind the clouds is where I lie
I gazed down on the mortals
As they sleep soundly and feel comfy.
Amidst the deafening silence of the night,
I heard uncontrollable sobs yet no one's on sight.
Someone's cowering in the corner of a room!
I took a peek and then,
I saw you.
We woke up looking perfect, right?
We're kind to everyone cause it's what we love to do, right?
Put extra makeup on to hide the evidence of last night's beating, cause if anyone found out they'd laugh and tell us to **** it up, right?
We laugh because crying ruins our image, right?
. . .I got in a fight.
I don't know about you but even on the moon's brightest nights,
it's still got a dark side,
Maybe we don't always see it, but it's there,
So don't judge me when I miss the mark on "perfection"
Your crescent moon shape
fits so seamless around me
Nighttime falls and I seek
the boney knuckle wrapped
around my chest
In the silvery cityscape, silence
permeates and I basque in
your peace and sleep talk
Your power over me in passivity
absorbed in the perceived
desire you have for me
Dark, starry nights, early mornings
in which your body, once pressed
with such urgency against mine
became lost in the sensation of
a nervous, covetous warmth
There no longer exists this
sensation, as persistent waning
sent once thunderous waves
into soft rippling and retreat.
The moon is half. So am I
In the wintry night,
the stories of lonely
of the poorest time
with no one beside
to sing a song of season
I felt my life treason.
The battle done,
Remaining combatants one,
Gazing up to the gray cloak,
Tailored to the palace of the moon,
Threatened only by the ever-fading emissaries,
Of the ailing sun.
Each a perfect sentinel,
Of solar prowess technical.
The ceasefire teased opposite
By the lunar composite,
Of that sweeping cloak,
Where the moon once woke.
Neither one nor other,
As if my breath could the life
Of either titan smother.
an effort to make someone feel an image
The night never runs dry
the full moon is super cool
so are the bubbling stars
on the banks of the sea rivers!
The next stop is starry fair
but there is a catch to hop up there.
You got to do that
meet the condition of the night:
Ambling like it down the full moon
with blindfolded eyes!
You can ask how long
but ask not why.
For the length of time
think of walking it away
until the nightingale chimes out
upon the rose bottoming out of the night.
And for not asking why
because the Moon in the dark
never loses its sway!
the night air is cold on my back; naked
white, glistening in moon's light
the glint of her silver combs my hair
caresses the cheek of all who dare gaze beyond
her lustrous face.
dotted by pearl freckles that pale her complexion,
brings beauty to nightfall.
o blissful treasure,
take me in my ascent
to your humble home
of crag and dust.
my celestial shore rests on the lunar frontier;
tucked in the embrace of space.
Another poem about my muse.
caught between the sun and the moon
both become lost to me
and i find i am nothing more
than the vast and endless sky inbetween
changed my bio, here's what it used to be
Maybe I can
Howl once again.
It seems, you’re far more damaged…
I’ve been a fool.
If it’s easier
I’ll stand for you.
Tell me when you can howl once more.
If I were you
And I could see the moon,
Maybe I’d understand why you weep.
I’ve been a fool, but I’ll make amends.
I’ll learn how to see.
Tell me if you can’t...see...no more.
Don’t abandon your light.
These nights will always come.
You’ll sing again and...
I’ll be the freak
That keeps you company.