Moonlit

Tonight, in your light
Mudane becomes magical
A life miserable, turns mystical.
What do you sprinkle on the earth, o moon,
That intoxicates me, a creature made of mud?

Caressed by the clouds
Each drop of your elixir
Trickles into my breath
Setting ablaze the cool fire of ecstasy
I stay awake yet asleep, moonlit.

- The Last Nomad