on not sleeping…
I think I may have
A Luna –Tic,
It keeps me from my sleep.
(I may be in time with
The lunar tide
And the movements of the deep.)
Unasked, the stirring of
Wet gravity
Sucks my thoughts back to the shore,
To whirl and ride in
Eddying pools,
The turnings of ‘before.’
A Luna – Tic,
Somebody help me please!
It keeps me the day from fading past
And brings me to my knees.
I think I may have
A Luna – Tic,
As full moon waves I ride,
My mind a helpless Starfish lost,
A – rising on its tide.
Where can one hide
From such a pow’r,
That turns the planet’s shell!
Once in time with the tide my friend,
You haven’t a hope in hell.
A Luna – Tic,
Please someone help me now!
I’m losing the will to face
The sun,
As before moon’s brow
I bow.
I think I may have
A Luna – Tic,
As old as shadow’s long,
For from the sea I came
One day,
And to the wash belong.
This rhythm I’ll keep,
To the currents deep,
Which science can’t explain,
And ‘til The Man’s face
He turn away,
I’ll keep the night, again.
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I’m too lunar driven! Beautiful and sassy!
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HI! Well on some days (or rather, nights), methinks we’re all a little Luna crazy. Thanks for the like. 🙂
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