It fills with a gentle glow.
Sitting firm in darkness.
Floating in the nightly heaven.
The moon invites the dreamer in.
It's house among the stars, we are borne.
Commanded to be generous with the time it gives, we succumb.
Unleashing our hearts and living in fantasy.
Giving escape from overbearing consciousness.
We drift in slumber, baring ourselves.
Splendid lucidity fills the soul traveling through the twinkling sky.
The moon, bright even with it's partial effort, welcomes.
Come away and stay, to the house of the moon
To the moon and back as it returns us, fading with the dawn.
It promises to return.
Glowing the way it does as it pulls you in.
Drawing from your mind what would be impossible.
Dancing in the it's light
A sparkle as we shine.
A dreamer in the night.
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PoetryRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
