Like a ribbon in the wind
inspiration flows from my finger tips.
and i type.

shivers radiate through my body
as the wind shoves me side to side
i gaze at the stars take in the beauty
and watch as the moon and clouds coinside
and when that big round orange moon
awakens me from a chilled out mood
the rays awaken my destructive side
and cant help give in what i cant abide
the sounds pulsing my ears now silent
and the colours i yearn for black
transformed in to my tirant
long for the moon to turn back