My Sweet Sweet Luna

Rise for me Luna

My light of imagination

I don’t know why

I don’t know when

But you became the bringer of fantasy, the bringer of memories

Tell me what creatures you know of

so I’ll make ideas shaped in their metaphoric image

It is true I believe not in them,

but their image is useful

High on fantasy, drunk out of reality

Too realistic in reality

Aware of the difference, and aware of my game

I ware not signs of my religions, or

supernatural beings belonging to my beliefs

for I have none other than those already in existence

Rise for me Luna

And let the howls rise

And the screams alight

And forms change

And the monsters become wild

Rise for me Luna

Light of my precious imagination

Give me a kiss of creativity

And carry me away on your ship of fantasies

I tell you this my dear sweet sweet Luna

If you were a story

You would have been a good story