The moon is arisen
Awakening the depths of my heart
Curtains pulled back, flashing glinting light draws out
With an
Outbreath of shout

Fresh breeze from the curtains,
If they are torn apart,
Filled the room with the air released,
the split in its heart

Spit out fire
Beneath the moons icey glow
Chilling breezes can be much too much so we pull them back aso
And yield our tiny inflatable hearts
To the awakening sun
Though we tremble with the dust, the lust
Of the far away lover, this present one.