Sitting at the edge of the moon.
My freedom point for the night.
I see it all, my heart is loose.
My mind soaring to places unknown.
This is the burial ground of untold joy.
Of a dance that'll never end, on the edge of my half moon.
Tilting the crescent Pearl of the sky.
Do not look for the man of the moon.
I am all you have tonight.
The night was stagnant, with her mind playing the same rhythm with her body and soul.
And she loved him, if it was right or wrong.
She believed in relativism.
Bones and sticks can't judge her, but she feels the wrath of immortals.
But her desire is that of a diamond.
For the stone she does not admire, but for the glittering of the stone
Her world rotates and makes a meaningful dark paradox in a kindred spirit they move.
Her smiles, filled with a gluttony for more happiness
The gluttony isn't seen in the seven deadly sins, but only seen in her imagination.
Which is a blessing and wisdom beckoning her memorandum.
