moon eyed whimsy

haunted by the ghost
of yesterday’s moon
pregnant over
this valley of discontent
to let go
as azure winds
the sliver strives
to maintain
over a waking world
where dreamslurry
ill tidings
threaten to drown
the weak diffusion
between solar flares
white hot passion
and promises made
under lunar waves
of sublime sadness.

sleep becomes fitful
before finally
fading away
incapable of telling
wakeful to woeful
exasperation from
the misty memories
of the fully brazen
pitted satellite
trapped in sinuous
losing more and more
of itself
until all that remains
is moondust tinged
emotional paralysis
pale silvery beams
haunting the expanse
of cerulean nothing.

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