the moon will sing

for the stars

are her muse

a sweet melody

will pour from

her lips

and tumble through

the midnight

sky

The moon will sing

in the silence of the night

celestial rhythms

to the dying of the light.

The clock hands turn

and the stars align

binaural beats

herald the passing of time.

Frequencies attune

to nature’s ambient sound

the sun will rise again

when the beat comes back around.

riding on waves of stardust

across this mismatched sky

spotted with gold and laced

with blue black ink, thrown

together and torn apart at

the seams, the very fabric

of the universe s p l i t t i n g

as if to allow us through

colliding with the sun in a

burst of blinding color, bright

rainbow shimmering like a melody

just out of reach

we will forget this moment,

as all is forgotten, engulfed

by the universe itself, reimagined into

a new set of stars,

a dazzling comet,

a sundripped sky

in the end, we won’t remember

but we won’t be forgotten

one day we’ll be stardust

and the moon will sing

our cosmic song to everyone

that dares to listen

the moon’s white face

shone down on us

our clumsy first embrace

each tender new caress

she lit our steps along the beach

dreams pouring from our tongues

oh! the heavens we would reach!

sweet hot life when we were young

ah! long ago and far away

that time when you were here

though i went on you couldn’t stay

i seek some laughter through the tears

i’ve lived my life without your love

too soon you had to leave

i have to think that you’re above

or always would i grieve

you didn’t get to reach tomorrow

nor the future that was ours, and

the mourning moon will sing her sorrow

forever to the stars

Rolling across the darkest night,

I see the moon spread her wings,

and begin her flight.

Slowly she treks across the blackened ocean

Pale and sad.

She trudges through the deepest waters,

and dodges the stars, while whispering

her Favorite song.

She sails her way through the stars,

parting the weary clouds.

Faithfully she takes her leave every night

but changes her disguise.

You look at her, amazed, for the clever moon has once again

brilliantly changed her size.

With seldom break, she finds her path,

and sheds her glories over the earth,

singing her favorite song,

All the night long.

you say you can see the moonlight in my eyes,

but i can see the sun in yours,

if you look hard enough,

you’ll often miss what you’re meant to find,

it’s not love i fear,

but being unworthy of yours,

you see i grapple with the hate i create,

and the love i feel for you,

if i am the moon, then you must be the sun,

for i only shine because you allow me to,

in a world of prescription pills,

how sane it is to feel crazy with you,

you know the moon will sing when the sun dies,

a hymn of mourning with the stars,

the little dipper will wave farewell,

but the waves will no longer come forth,

the end is inevitable but it’s not finite,

you’ll go on long after you’ve left,

and no longer will you see the moonlight in my eyes,

but i will still see the sun in yours.

Oh and the moon will sing her victory

glory dance

watching with her crater eyes

as I lie alone

outside

feet to the sky as if to run across her patterned bedsheets

like child to mother

crumpled linen around her eyes

as I smile

these endless sheets

aching to swallow me

in their darkness

oh how I long to join that web

of sewn stars

i could use the point of a needle

to paint my way into that coat of dreams

the moon sings a siren song

who knows who wants it more

for my bleeding heart to hang there

inbetween her tangled strings

holding me safe

safe from any harm

the moon will sing to welcome her war.

all arched brows

and pointed stares.

eyes alight with the flame of

inconsequential grace,

grounded power,

and unprecendented rage.

no split-second hesitation, only whispered orders

brimming with magic begging to

spill cooly from poised fingertips,

curling their poisoned tendrils

round the curves of her armour,

against the grain of her furor,

supplanting some insurmountable,

unequivocal wealth of power.

as if arm hairs are bristled to

teeth set squarely

and a jaw clenched,

the guttural scream of a warrior queen,

waging a celestial war,

upon the tidal pull of heavenly agitations

and wishful projections will resound.

an echoing call of the wild,

earth-shaking but so-

insufferably just.

the throes will emerge,

defiant of gravitational limitations,

unbounded by their human suppositions,

unbothered by their human acquisitions,

unbridled by human manifestations.

and, as the world falls aparts,

a misapprehension shattered by

self-actualized demand,

the moon will sing to welcome her war.

the moon will sing

the stars will dance

they'll waltz for you

they'll waltz far past

they'll dance among the whistled tunes

they'll dance among the whispered blues

the moon will cry for long lost love

the moon will sigh for what's to come

the stars will dance for you and me

the stars will dance for what's to be

the moon will sing

the stars will dance

the wailing wind joins in at last

a partner to the fading stars

an invisible hand that guides your heart

the singing moon

the dancing stars

as the shoal recedes into the night,

a pair of eyes reflect the light,

ripples pool around the bow,

as he edges near,

it’s clear he is entranced now,

captured by a riptide,

she knows it is safe not to hide,

at the surface her pallor

is shone in moonlight,

to the delight of the sailor,

she begins to sing,

as nectar fills his ears,

and the simmers, his eyes,

he leans forward to seek with lips

the divine

to his blissful misfortune

the revelation recurs,

and he falls as he reels

into the harmonic tune

A dip into the reflection of the moon