Moon Dance

I howl at the moon
in my manic state,
Unable to control
my urge to stay up late;
At the witching hour,
I give into my fate.

My spirit soars as high
as the tide that swiftly rises;
I feel it draw me in,
as it excites and energizes;
With the moon as its strong ally,
there can be no compromises.

The endless energy
pulses though my veins;
Intoxicating and alluring,
never seeming to drain;
I enter into a world
where I feel no pain.

So I dance under the moon,
and ride high with the tide;
Feeling every beam and wave,
till they subside;
This is the part of me
I no longer have to hide.

                              MAL 9/17/13

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