Not in a mood for a ramble
the night and I lie quietly on the wet grass
swearing fealty to each other.
Her curse is a motley ragtag bunch of shard like stars
and the self-possessed, uncaring moon
that keep her eyelids pinned open
the day is too blazing bright
spreading sunshine thickly
driving her to her fate!
My fate is hijacked by sadistic nightmares
who boldly invade my inner space
their modus operandi is so sly
lulling me with their fancy dreams
and then maniacally pulling out the gun of horrors!
We lie together, the night and I
side by side in a feeling of sorority
telling each other bedtime stories till dawn.