The Moon and I
Last night the moon whispered wonderous words
That tickled my ears tenderly to tears
As I laughed my lonely little laugh
As I screamed secretly and silently
He stood staring astonishly at me
As if I was the cracked and crazy one
Then again I always astonish him
Especially every evening engaged
In cautious but careless conversations
From our own perfect personal prisons
In which we were cast carelessly into
By malicious magistrates who made a mistake
Obviously oblivious in their obscenities
Toward two totally innocent ideologies
Though thoroughly surrounded by sights and sounds
I am always alone laughing in my asylum
But never on nights when the magnificent moon makes his visit
And insists on his incandescent insanity
As he casts his incantations he incapacitates me
I laugh aloud no longer
©1994 DH - Liminal Illuminations
















