The Moon's Children
Dashing across the night’s sky
I trip and stumble
Over the city lights.
Laughing
Crying
Shouting
Screaming.
I am a bird.
I am a jet plane.
Feel my wings rip through this orange haze
Paving the way for the moon to land
So she can kiss her earthbound children.
Are we not called “lunatics” for a reason?
Push and pull, out and in
Go the tides
Like our hips in tandem unity.
Let our brains seek to burst out our skulls-
We don’t care.
Our souls left us long ago
And drowned in our tears.
All that’s left is the thudding of lonesome hearts
In the ebony quiet
And the tinkle of laughter
As the stars mock our gravity.
I trip and stumble
Over the city lights.
Laughing
Crying
Shouting
Screaming.
I am a bird.
I am a jet plane.
Feel my wings rip through this orange haze
Paving the way for the moon to land
So she can kiss her earthbound children.
Are we not called “lunatics” for a reason?
Push and pull, out and in
Go the tides
Like our hips in tandem unity.
Let our brains seek to burst out our skulls-
We don’t care.
Our souls left us long ago
And drowned in our tears.
All that’s left is the thudding of lonesome hearts
In the ebony quiet
And the tinkle of laughter
As the stars mock our gravity.