Moonlit thoughts

               Moonlit thoughts

If My mind is in the sky then my pillow is a rain cloud

 as Tired tears slip into my pillow at night ,tugging me closer into the harsh reality. 

echos of light dripping and the silence of dark cellophane rainbows

 will drown the tears that always taunted me when My mind was cloudy and filled of fog. 

May the day and time come where those teardrops come raining down to what makes up the pond of my painted memories. 

This world relapses in a constant time loop of deterioration and evaluation

when it’s my time to burst I’ll find my mind once more in the skies 

waiting for my time to descend and come plummeting down in which the place my head lays.