I walk in the night, under the moon

Gathering my thoughts, in the dark

But he sets in the sky, much too soon

I need him, to create that spark

The one that keeps me writing

When I don’t think I have another word

The one, who makes things exciting

Yes, he calls me his little night bird

Until sun comes up, without discussion

Making the darkness fade swiftly away

I feel nothing, just moonstruck repercussions

When I have to deal with the light of day

February Writing Prompt: Moonstruck Repercussions – Day 6/28

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