Field of dreams

The moon has seen my deepest scars

rivers carved through the rocks of my heart

it has illuminated the deepest oceans

lit my darkest parts, stirred a whirlpool through my emotions

The moon saw through the mask I wore

it has seen me down on the floor

heartbroken - couldn’t cry no more

reflected hope on hurt filled screams

let me cry in a field of dreams

The moon has seen me near to death

she exhaled an unearthly song, to give me another breath

watched over as I was haunted by illusionary phantoms of my vision

the delusional world where nightmares and reality are in collision

The moon was there when the world seemed empty

a constant companion, when it seemed all had left me

a friend, she is there in times of need

she listened to me plead, heard me scream

gave me back a heart with love flowing through the bloodstream

The moon; her hands of light point out the path

obscured by the overflowing grass and wreckage of the storm’s aftermath

the moon has bathed me, held me in a warm embrace

she saved me

when I lie on sheets at night

her light strokes my skin and tells me that the world will be alright

telling me not to fear the monsters creeping in the darkness out of sight

The moon has given me reason to shout, to howl, let my voice sing out

rather than sit, in a darkened tomb

hiding my thoughts in boxes no one can open or talk about

the moon cuts the darkness in two, tears through the gloom

I offer my heart to the moon

she makes life feel right

I give her my days

and she hands me the night

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.