Lunatic

Lunatic: You can call me a lune, cause I'm crazy enough to play the game of love and think I can win. I think I'm crazy. The space by me is spinning, and I'm seeing stars. Dark shoes, scuffed soul. A moonlight beam in the night sky. Silver dewdrop eyes mimic Moonlight glinting in murky ocean tides: Low to high, ebbing and flowing, cycles. Always peering deep inside, Subconscious dreams hide beneath the surface, waiting to be Pryed open, Emerged, exposed to broad moonlight, bobbing on ocean tides: Wedging reality wide. Gliding freely through the star dashed sky, Moonlight collides with sighing ocean tides, Flying side by side with the glowing guide. She ventures high, don't ask why, she will decide. Everyone I know is crazy, except those in the hospitals. The insane haven't lost their bloody minds, they've found it. If you can't understand this, perhaps you're considered 'sane,' by the 'sane,' when really, you're blinded by society's plague. Open your mind to insanity ! You have much to learn. The world around us is a lie. If you can't comprehend that, You are the real moon That pulls my wave collectively. Towards your beaming beauty, I lay my restless soul. Let me lose myself for you, even if it's just for one, beautiful, transcendent moment. What does pain matter? I just don't want to miss your light. Call me crazy, call me blind. I'd like to blame the moon for all I've been feeling for this freedom this feminine freedom bathed in white light I'd like to blame the moon for the brown in my eyes the dirt on my feet my mess of a hair and a life I'd blame her too, for my love of sunshine rain and all that comes from nature connection to all beings I'll blame the night for art and thank her for artists and I'll thank myself for my liberation my love for the God the joy of nature my own nature my feet the ground my soul, at last By Aliza Kashmala Kiran