The moon changes subtly
Whenever we gaze away,
As our worries evolve swiftly
And our joys stay the same.

Perhaps she is a beacon
Baring light for our souls,
Enticing us into her depths
With glimpses of the heart's gold.

Blessed enchantress,
Affixed in a gentle way,
Dragging all from ached misery
And harboring us in her supple bay.

Reject ye thy sun's beating rays
& dispel lightning's spiteful bright tase,
Look only to the night sky as it glistens
If you seek to bask in nature's grace.

Dew drops
Whispering to starlight
Secrets
Never told
A  small girl
With hair like fire
By a lake
With water like the night sky
Emerald frogs
Ruby roses
Crystal violets
And a pearl moon
All of this
Could be hers
But she just wants
To make friends with the fireflies

i am night-locked
this sudden darkness makes me wonder
if the sun is blocked
or is it some sort of punishment
whatever it is
i don't mind
some people forget
the sun blinds
i prefer
the cool night
and to hang out
with the fireflies
mountains whisper
to me a secret bliss
and my cheeks
the moonlight likes to kiss
dewdrops
and dusky roses
night-lock
is awfully lovely
when you have
firefly friends
and flowers
in your hair
and perfume
on the wind.

We Look into Each Others Eye
And Aura of Our Souls Collide
The Stars Shine More Bright When We Smile
It's the Magic of Your Presence
Whenever We Talk It Happens...

She was standing in front of me.
I could reach out and touch her.
She refused to look at me.
“Please… Just tell me.”
I asked her.
She still didn’t turn, but I heard her sigh.
“Because.”
She said.
“Because you, are beautiful. You hold the stars in your hands, lightning in your head, the moon in your eyes, and all I want to do is to touch you. To hold you. But I always have to stand behind a fence, a wall of glass. You hold the stars in your hands.”
Her voice started to falter.
“And me?”
She asked, as she slowly turned around.
“I am poison.”
She said as I saw her violet eyes,  brimming with tears.
And she jumped.

hey moon , lets be realistic
are you the same moon poets and lovers compare
to as the limitless beauty , of obviously their beloved one's

why do i see you and think of you ,just as a star
isn't that exactly who you are ,
a star close to me , bright enough to radiate a shine on my face
making me fall for me again ,
i see no scars with your shiny light ,
you make my skin glow ,
even though its rough and has marks  ,

how do you stay so calming and positive
even though you own nothing , not even the light
isn't it true , you borrowed it from the day star ...

there is the first smile of a waxing moon,
following what seemed like sunset,

by about the space of time
taken since I sat down
to find sense,
to make of all this.

It seemed full daylight then,

now, the moon is again growing,
weaker still,
as we spin away,
into a new space in time.

Walking in the dark night can be terrifying
Unless you have a friend by your side
Or if you know where you’re going
Night can be scary sometimes, not because it’s dark
It’s because you don’t know what is ahead of you
You could be walking on a path but even that path isn’t lite
This path is your life.
Now I am not saying that you don’t know where your life is leading you
You could be one of those people that have had your life planned since you were 10
Then there are the people that just go with the flow
Not going to lie...I envy those people
I personally am in between both types of people
I plan maybe a year in advance…
If things change then I am quick to just say “Oh well, that’s okay”
But that’s me
I’ve seen people go crazy about planning before
I’m good...I don’t need that craziness in my life
My craziness comes from the night
The night has made my brain confused
In a good way, don’t get me wrong I love the night
The night has given me new adventures
New stories
New friends
Everything about the night for me is good
I was told that the night could be the best thing in the world
Watching the sun fall on a bad day
Seeing the moon of a new night
Feeling the sun rise for a better day
Last time I broke night was for a college class
The entire time…I was in a lab with no windows in it
I walked out of lab to see the sun shining between the buildings
Working thru that night was tough because even if I couldn’t see the moon
I knew it was high in the sky waiting for me to walk around my campus
Waiting for me to walk around singing all my songs
Talking about my day as the wind blows through my body
Wishing that some people were different
Hoping that everyone could be happy in their lives just like me
The night can be terrifying though