MOONFACE

Like a thrill that stroke
And woke me up right at dawn.
Wondering at the hard rocks
That held my home.
And the morning dew
That weeps over its walls.
Beautiful flowers in the flower show
Admiring the strongest eyes,
Catering to nature's upbringing.
Like hours to go for a kid
To crash over its remains at last;
What shuns me everyday-
My hunger goes with nests and loaves.
The air that makes me sleep
Upon the rooftops of plunging glasses.
Am i a bird that foresee time
Birth counts ones revelation to love;
Seeming to yarn at sunset
The laziness goes with a shook
Of ones sense of realsome fun.
All of quantum raises to power
And showers to invent for some.
Willingness a mighty force
Reaches wills and wows to live.
We still quote our poets rhyme
In all of our frame of mind.
T too see the real face
Beyond the walls through the empty air.
I watch my incandescent love
And speak with a blooming mind,
To the moon that is far from reach;
I still laid my face at reach
To the heights of human unknown;
Still counting for the sick revelation
That droops over my past reflections;
Sounds of the night frightens one sometimes
Ones sincerity at dusk lives
Over all the causes.