• rebelpjones 11w

    Moonchild

    The crescent moon she blinds me with the light she shines upon me,
    At night her magic Visionary  dreams
    send waves of poetic thoughts
    right through me,
    Her gorgeous beams of light,
    Ignite something within my mind,
    The colors, the images, the sights,

    She peers down at me from above,
    I feel safe embraced by her love,
    The stars dance in sync as the moon's shine is dimmed dulled and fogged by drifting clouds.

    I peacefully sleep in ever sinking slumber,
    as she traps me in multi dreamscape covers,
    Where the acts of mysticism and spirit scribing become closer than soul mated lovers.
    ©rebelpjones