I Am A Moon Child

It's a night morning of rain
The rain isn't going anywhere
It is gently caressing the loneliness
It is consistently unstoppable
I am listening for the end
Which my heart hopes never arrives
I swing in the purpose music

I feel the symphonic passion
I am a jug full of emotional existence
My wings want to exercise the wind
Yet I nestle into patient acquiescence
The rain demand only harmonic balance
It is time demanding a different time
But I am in the passion of the fly

I want to spend the energy to get high
I want to dive into the horizon
I want the wind in my feathers
I want my heart to thrive
And when the rain stops
I want to exercise my passion
I want the sun in my feathers and in my heart