Your eyes that reflected the light from the moon,
Your smile that comforts me,
Your gentle embrace for not letting me drown,
Your kiss that made me cry,
Your words that made me fall,
Your actions that assured me,
My heart is beating so fast,
So fast that it aches,
And it aches because I knew,
That this memory I have with you,
Of you embracing me,
Of you assuring me,
Of you comforting me,
Of you loving me,
In this sea of calmness,
Under this beautiful and bright moon,
Will slowly and painfully go.

a mind full of chatter.
a heart full of grief.
i need a moments rest
but even sleep escapes me.

Something for the
insomniacs,
the maniacs,
and the lunatics.

Poetry about
you and me,
sleep and waking,
life and death.

This is to read
when the sun rises
and you're still awake,
or when the stars are
shrouded in clouds.

This is for all of you
who have yielded
your sanity to the moon
and felt the meaning of
lunacy in your bones.

I dedicate this collection of
oddities to all of you oddities,
may you read it and sleep.

Hazy street lamp light,
illuminating nocturnal spirits or otherwise
the ghost of a fire burning low,
all green tinder and ember,
its tender lain down
for the night.