Content with the way things are,
The distance between the waves,
And my sanity that lays between my pillows,
And the paths that are intertwined within my sheets.
This makes it even harder to sleep.
Drifting away mentally by the sound,
Of the moon’s whispers.
I am free.
Maybe not physically, but mentally,
Lying alone;
I am free.
Literally trapped in the dark paradise,
That appears to have pinkish walls.
This soothes yet terrifies me,
Like the calmness of the forest right before the thunder rolls in,
Like a drum that rapidly excels as you cover your ears.
The sun went down;
Left us hours ago,
Leaving us here with the moon and her,
Perfections that not everyone sees,
But we admire her glimmering reflections,
As she gives light to the darkness.
Shining her gracefulness upon the tree trunks and branches,
Giving us life, so effortlessly the way
Their leaves blow in the wind as if discomfort
Was unknown.
The natural movement of nature is what
Brings me back.
The calming of her whispers is what gets
Me through the day.