Number 902 My Moonbeam

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe My true love was always my moonbeam To breathe her light She had to be her own addiction She has control over the saint of procure I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.. stone me petrified A shooting star True dreams please come to me Like it was Lust like it was Love I could have been friends evermore Its all for that smitten that smile does cast Plays part of the twist part of the laugh When she feels too anxious about giving It's her folly I can't take A whisper from the truth becomes me I found lost in her shine that beam diverged away from my soul The moon doth cast my Moonbeam nevermore No buzz, buzzing of her number 902 Hiding her perks my now vacant desires Seduced by my loneliness Tortured by some disconnecting dreams Where time lost it's fears To where life is but tears Number 902