On the Stars

I'm getting high
On the stars
Downing the moon
Like a pill 
Hard to swallow
Need a bigger
Glass of milk
Because
The Swiss cheese
Is too hollow,
Skimming along
The ocean blue;
The water is cool
Find the lighthouse
By the ocean's shore,
As I sink into this coma,
Carry me deep
Into your slumber
And wrap your arms
My sweetest drug,
In the dark of night
Sleep come
Before the sunrise
Be it late than never...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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