Last night, the Moon
Spilled itself over me
Like honey
Dripping from glass jars
All over my tender lips
Sweet honey
Trickling down my chin
I dreamed that
The man in the Moon
Kissed me
For the very first time
Last night, I dreamed
That I fell in love
With the blanket of burning-amber
Stars
And the nighttime
Sky
And the Moon itself
Swallowed me whole
And deep in my fantasies
Of celestial slumbers
I dreamed
That you were the man
In the Moon
I never close my eyes to rest
I only close my eyes
To see you
In the castle of dreams
Where we become reality
And I cradle your hazel irises
In my hands
And when I fall asleep
I still tend to dream
Of another realm
And I wish I could just stay there
Where our subconscious is lucid
And our senses are surreal
And our bodies are left behind
So we are free to be astral
Soaring through the cosmos
We are beings of light
In the castle of dreams
Deep in my fantasies
Of celestial slumbers
You pour yourself over me
Like golden honey
Enveloped
I’ll hang myself
On the crescent Moon
About the Creator
River Gilliam
My dad always said he knew I was going to be a poet because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. It’s always been my dream to get published someday.
She/her. Cosmetologist. Writer. Vegan. Dog mom.
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