01. poppyseed

moon-beams

i feel the moonshine
reaching out to my veins,
veins made of stardust and universe magic
oh the moon, the cheese-holed moon,
you are magic

oh my sweet, silver-mist moon,
what an extraordinary child you are of this enormous black, star-speckled void
how you reach your little moon-beams to the sun,
the planet of warmth and summer

isn't that just
true love?

the sun and the moon