Stalked by a dome of grey haze,
Colours shine melancholy;
O\' the pain! How awful is that melody
Of anchored organs- I have seen
The light of two moons;
This day is ever lasting!
Tears are fingered in my stomach
Brandy and moon light don\'t mix;
Crusted with sequenced knolls
I run along a childhood safe
And jump- -10 feet!
Luna\'s radiance reflects and scurries,
Glowing Navy floors,
Sparkling the land around,
And I dance like a tic,
Apollo\'s feather unswayed,
Camouflaged in darkness;
I am a lighthouse, of teal and black
It\'s my Fathers birthday tomorrow
And it\'s meaningless.