The Poisonous Moon

The poisonous moon is up and about
using all its clout
to increase the rift between
(which remains unseen)
the shore and the sea
and my mind and me.

I am drunk beyond senses,
I think of you,
I pine to grow beyond
the bounds of the horizon;
at the end of which I hope to find
You and my long lost mind.

I am running away
from the evil moon's sway.
It's cold embrace engulfs
all thoughts on which we mull
On a idle lonely night,
On everything laced with spite..............