Oh and the moon will sing her victory

glory dance

watching with her crater eyes

as I lie alone

outside

feet to the sky as if to run across her patterned bedsheets

like child to mother

crumpled linen around her eyes

as I smile

these endless sheets

aching to swallow me

in their darkness

oh how I long to join that web

of sewn stars

i could use the point of a needle

to paint my way into that coat of dreams

the moon sings a siren song

who knows who wants it more

for my bleeding heart to hang there

inbetween her tangled strings

holding me safe

safe from any harm