There Is Something About The Moon

There Is Something About The Moon

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There is something about the moon at night
Something I can’t quite tell
When I gaze upon her alluring light
I see my own visage all too well

It is not enough to look, you see
For the moon demands much more
As a price for bathing in her glow
You will drink her peaceful roar

There is something about the moon at night
Just as they say in those tales of yore
She drinks your sanity while you bask in her light
And still it is her that you adore

She is not simply the reflection of day
She is the other side of the soul
She calls to the spirit in her enchanted way
And yearns to be made whole once more

There is something about the moon at night
And perhaps we shall never know
But between the dark and her heavenly light
I feel my soul is lit aglow

And, Ah, I think, now I know
That special brand of madness.

I am slowly devoured
And make her lunacy my own.

There is something about the moon at night.

This poem is meant to deal with insanity/lunacy, and alludes to the old folklore that claimed staring at the moon at night would drive you mad.