Lucid Lunatic
The moon waxes beneath
the sleepy shadow
of its own halo.
By the mirror lake
a lucid lunatic
waxes poetic.
There he listens and
sways to the tempo
and rhythm that go
with the tune of colors,
tints and hues
of the lunar rainbow.
These he alone sees
and hears in the night
with deepest delight.
He grins at the moon and
wakeful hours he can't keep,
crawls back to sleep!
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