Crack open the moon
You’ll find me
Inside
Rubbing the glitter
Of twilight
Into my lips
Combing the shades
Of sunset
From my fur
Dancing to
The song of the
Crickets and frogs
In the grasses
Of lunar ecstacy
Find me
But leave my
Broken moon
Come rescue
This grey girl
From the cold
Hard loneliness
Of winter nights
Howling in the
Dark, or
Frosty spring mornings
Shivering in the
Mist
Let us walk along
The edge of reason
The shores of logic
The bridges over
Rationality
Until
The sultry purple
Sky of dusk
Reminds us
That
Tomorrow
Always comes
And the future
Could be
Far brighter
Than
That feral feeding
Orb
We call
Our moon