Sleep With the Moon


Sometimes I sleep

With the Moon

My heart wanders, somewhere

Night winds call

Catching at my blowing hair

Stars, enthrall the night

Rosy – wild and scarlet – golden

And my heart can hide

There still

I went to sleep

By the midnight moon

Lights of a thousand stars

Upon my face

I was enchanted

By the moon’s pale power

Lost in her embrace

Into the realm

Of  imaginary skies

Careless with sleepy love

Waiting for a sigh

Upon my lips

I wake up with

The Sun

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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