What you seek to be, in the end
is in a place you've already been
You find the dark side mysterious
in it is your disguise for the curious.
Passion for artistic endeavor
out weighs fools trying to be clever
you create from the depths of your heart
You covet the child in dreams not apart.
Your channels of inspirations doors
are in the hallway of psychic metaphors
the energy for your art so it may seem
your hearts visions on the threshold of a dream.
To live in simplicity of just being you
adrift in the confidence of what you do
you know what you want your in tune
All you want is in light of the moon.




Magic can happen under the light of the lunar cycle
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