blame it on the moon
piano starts to play
something free and easy
your foot begins to tap
one two three
new moon
half moon
blue moon
how you reminisce
when you hear those sounds
barely noticeable
and rising above the trees
late late at night
waking you from sleep
you make your way
from room to room
finally stepping outside
and it is there finally
you capture the light
(or is it the other way around)
and you find comfort in a song
you once knew by heart
may two thousand eighteen
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I can completely relate to this feeling…beautifully expressed.
Thank you for revisiting here, Kate, and for commenting on this piece.
Comforting insomnia does exist
yes indeed it does