Tuesday


Acting like a Moon Child.

My heart is full like last night’s moon.
I will send my dreams of the day,
To the Man on the Moon.
Only for him to tell me I’m fine.
He throws me a line, as he sits
Upon the crescent moon silhouette.
My strength will take me,
To the blue, blue moon.
I swing up the side, underneath
Craters and all.
The Lightening Bugs join me.
The stars turn on, bright.
Yell, my soul screams at the Wolf Moon.
She is the only one that can hear me.
My Moon Child Voice.
My Moon Child.
Scattered above Earth.

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