Moonbeam

a poem about nothing at all.

_{^{Today, I am a neon stream}}

_{^{A moonbeam}}

_{^{Falling from grace}}

_{^{Across the face of the earth}}

_{^{I tumble and turn}}

_{^{Like a warm autumn burn}}

_{^{Who cackles by night}}

_{^{And crackles at dusk}}

_{^{But yesterday, not so much}}

_{^{I rode a cloud home}}

_{^{Finding myself rubble}}

_{^{Grazing the stubble of his chin}}

_{^{I’m counting sheep}}

_{^{Telling them to go home}}

_{^{And they didn’t listen}}

_{^{I fret from seeming jolly}}

_{^{Melancholy, said the beast}}

_{^{So I ate the nearest star}}

_{^{And jumped it’s peaks from afar}}

_{^{Sailing into a coarse, rough hair}}

_{^{Belonging to the morning sun}}

_{^{And the day before}}

_{^{I bit into an apple core}}

_{^{And tasted home}}