Well now. Time for a little break from all the moving drama. More on that later. For some reason I was thinking about the moon today and I came up with this idea.
Gravity of Night Time
The moon sits up there
Pulling at the tide
Tugging at the ocean
Ripping it wide
She hangs there smiling
Silent in the sky
Clutching at the land
As the night clouds sigh
The moon grins up there
Chaos in her hand
Tearing at the water
Ripping up the sand
Gravity of night time
White upon the sea
The moon’s still up there
Pulling at me
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