Those mirages of moonbeams 💕

And as I fill it up with my poetry, I have that blackness to thank

You see I conjure up creativity as that moonlight beams above

Yes indeed when I draw my curtains every night, it is yon obliqueness that I love

Tho I can not tell you why or where, when I wander thru my dreams

I forage fairylands whilst I am thinking, in those mirages of moonbeams

Yet amidst that dazzle of the daylight, as that yellow sun is shining high

I captivate Mother natures glory, as my timelessness goes by

And I store what I see and hear on yon muddled shelves within my head