I'm a day late, but here it is, a poem I wrote by moonlight one night when I couldn't sleep.
Ears buzzing with thought left to think,
restless mind
Can't sleep,
too bright
Milky moonlight through my window beckons
must get up, she is calling
Crack the blinds, moon-shadows cast on my floor
Tiptoe to the living room, bare windows for moon-watching
Low clouds rushing by, but where have they got to be at this hour?
They dance across the face of Mistress Moon, Mistress Moon...
Sleep well, she says
whispers, calms, Sleep well
All is right
Deep breaths, calming
Time to sleep
All is right
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