LIGHTEN THE SOUL----- SHOUT AT THE MOON

Waited as the crystal morning rain
entered my open vein
flushed and heated
heavens eaten  deceit

counted my fingers
where there was none
mothers and fathers
tripping sitting
barking out orders

glass the frosted grass
winged angel
snow forest queen
laid on clear reason
I try to spell  the treason

Then
a fairytale wind
descends motionless scenery
inside my skull
movement
the Wolf has found its moon