Talking with the Moon

Written when I couldn't sleep

-Talking with the Moon-

Could it really be
a medicine that I need
one more book to read
one more wound to bleed

Moon said don't sleep
your dream I'll keep
your nightmares I'll weep
but awakeness you keep

Why moon, I said
all my wounds are bled
all my feelings are dead
and look at you, you're red

In that moment sun took his place
joyful, warm and full of grace
throwing his rays on my face
beast with beauty to replace.