The moon and I danced, for I was
bed-ridden of pain.
And I observed the revulsion of our lives,
as the faucet of my heart drip drops in vain.
My adoration disquieted my own desultory heart.
My ratiocination for leaving,
was not all that vacant,
as I pushed the buggy with sanity in cart.
So now, as I lay open my faults and flaws,
she says to me,
love is not lost cause.
And I dance to and fro with her,
her light the expounder,
with a love that never perished in the night. She taught me solution through anguish,
unfathomless through the shallow.
O moon, fasten me to your dark light.