Twisted Dreamer Poem by Nicole Middendorf

The lunar light forces you to dream.
You close your eyes,
You never wake up-
Until you fall.
You feel it in your soul,
It's rising in your eyes;
You can taste it on your tounge,
(Feels nothing like the rise...)
The gravity fails you,
The pressure lets go,
You grab all you can hold,
It still disappears by morning's light.
They are coming after you,
To the ground you fall,
You take your lover,
And kiss him in the moonlight.
Your dream is nothing like daylight's mourning.
Cry, cry, cry...
Twisted dreamer.