Moonlit In Madness
‘Neath open wide, star filled sky
Inhibitions cast aside
Old foes and worldly woes
Shed along with stifling clothes
It seems the Moon
Is part to blame
Giving bloom
To lack of shame
Coldly, boldly, warming
Blushing skin
Unleashing… lost,
From deep within
Could Pan himself have seen
That wanton scene
He would have leered
To behold In delight
Conformity, nicety
Primness and propriety
Cast aside
so carelessly that night
Pride tossed aside
Soul offered up to the sky
Mad dance
beneath the moon
Not to question why
My soul should fly
Nor why this night
Must end so soon
Summer madness?
Mind’s rebellion?
Sudden change
From mild to hellion?
Harming no one
In the process
In my abandon
To that night’s madness
Methinks perhaps most people
Should unleash
Their wilder Spirits
(for one night at least!)
Bare their all
Before leering moon
For doth not life
But end too soon?
And it is not
Of life …
to ask
A lot
For just that night
…of madness?…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2013
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