Been a bit since I saw fit
To sit and visit this blank page,
Release the rage as I burn sage
In this Candlelit room of doom.
The moon flew in- full and right on time
Surrendering her luminescent gift
It’s a flight for soaring eyes that drift
Into the sight of my mind…
Aligned by erroneous design?
The misfit in me-
Meets the helium heart in
Every part I play
and I see
That my words took a surprise...