Moon II
- Ata Zargarof
- Oct 2, 2016
- 1 min read
O melatonin Moon,
distinguish the contours
of my dreams, rescue me
from the drone and fog
of the unaware.
I desire your place
amongst the Heavens,
with the Stars,
beloved and true.
When I collapse upon my bed,
make me to be real;
pervade my illusions,
turn them fiery, fantastic,
stupendous. Wake me
from my endless, carnal sleep,
flood coffee through my veins,
change me into amazed
and tangibly resolved.
09/27/2016
Richmond
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