Moon

Stumbling in the elusive snare,
blighting my blind eye which continues to stare.
The noise from my poise dancing in the night,
Peered into three escaping sights.

Moon, tempest moon, do you hear
noiseless cries from beneath our tears?
Shines so bright and into me,
drawing out what I could not see.

Plaguing the ground beneath our feet,
clear crystal roses devoured by feats.
Walk the path until our intrusive snap
leaves me speechless in this and that.

I don't know the noise was for.
Loosing interest evermore,
repeats the thought lost over me.
Beneath, the cover of warmth and sheets.

Tell,
me the truth regardless of seeking
Deserts,
freaking out from too much thinking.
Spells,
twitches into my elaborate speaking.
Convert,
too much trouble for one whose drinking of life....the moon.