the moon rises and soothes my heated skin red and blistered from the sun’s brutal eyes harsh and judging giving me no blink of a break a gentle touch caresses and heals my peeling cheeks staring directly into such hot eyes leaves a piercing feeling through the back of my skull and an orange glow over my pupil the moon’s soft glow allows my eyes to open wide with wonder no fear of being blinded warm pleasant air keeps me from freezing underneath that pretty white glow in daylight the wind is vicious and whips me in the face hurting where I’m already burned a whole night for me to heal only to be blistered again
Your presence is passive Only a few see your passion As those who overshadow you Always seem brighter Your beauty shines just as much Though differently, in the moments When most are unaware You are one whose mind flourishes in the dark Or whose love gives more After the sun has left Through late night talks Or late night thoughts You are a comforting light To those who seek it As you stay with them in their darkness You are the child Of the man in the moon
It's always the same with you You keep me up all night Tossing and turning Asking questions about things that don't make sense at all It's always been this way with you The tides of my heart A storm in my mind My obsession , my love , my star My moon
Looking up a glass ceiling my heart encased darkness hovering pitch black & inked a lake of illuminated white clouds silently watching a drifting ~ iridescent glow offering enlightenment radiating like a Gods hands stretching the stained canvas in beautiful sadness dreamlike landscapes Sky & Earth merge an acquisition of shattered tears through a looking glass a ghostly shadow breath-taking everything clear in mirrored skies a face ~ ducking out
She was the dream that never ended Her garden was always well tended Technicolor flowers and trees Birds and bees. But in the distance the shadowman danced when the sun set in the sky He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild Their child together A link they couldn’t sever For they were divorced and divided The shadows grew when the moonchild rose The shadowman had the night, she had the day But the shadowman kept the child from her if the child chose it would be midnight forever and the shadowman was manipulative and clever His son he always spoilt with many gifts but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother He will never hurt her or any other. But sometimes on an eclipse the moonchild steals the suns light and his father and mother fight But he always gives it back. because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild and he has to let it go So the sun will again glow.