Have you seen them? the shadows cast by the moonlight??
can you tell that they are somehow stranger than the rest?
it is like they are alive, absorbing the light quietly
never get warm ,just a stolen silver light.
a cool comforting chill that gets to you .
Unsure of what the dark distant woods hold in them
they seem to tell a story or sing a song that needs to be listened to.
or is it just me?
the full moon that talks back makes you write like a mad man at 3am
typing away like nothing else matters.
I scare myself a bit
yet the fascination is too overwhelming to stop.
Nyctophilia.
Soul drenched in moonlight.
writing to the tune that crickets play,
a rhythm of the drifting clouds glowing pink and erratic,
there has always been things that are maddening about the moon
things that I cannot describe,
awkwardly comforted by the dogs howling to the moon,
an urge from within that tells me to watch,
watch the full round moon
watch the dull glow surrounding it
watch the clouds that try to grab attention in vain.
while here I sit up in the dark and wonder if it is insanely possible that they watch back?