I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
When the wolf howls and the moon dimshope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.
The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven
I slept under the moonlight and set my soul free, caged within jars like fireflies".
We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow
We are born to kiss the stars and dance with the Moon.
I wondered how they would top the Pirates and skeletons and moonlight, because that's a pretty cool concept.
Who knows if the moon'sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky--filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe'd...
