My head spins like a languid oiled world
On heels you can't kick
Hollow guitars sound true with seashore
The tides whisper and dance and flow
I didn't see the moon tonight but
I know she is there
She lights the sky like laughing children
On a summer evening innocent and content
The moon has eyes forever
Bleeding eyes round as life
She swims toward time but fast
And slow pristine reveries leak from her pores
The moon smiles and all is well
The moon cries to be sure, alert
Yet nothing can prepare me tonight
Nothing ever prepares me for the moon
© 2004 Ryan Munson
OMNIPOTENT MOON
RYAN MUNSON
