Wrote this one, after falling asleep with my blinds open, and waking in unmistakable fear with the moon shining full on my face. Was that the cause really? The confused mass of images, an overall sense of suffocation and dread, the pervasive white sheen to the images seen seemed pretty convincing then. My creative concern remains about rhyming structure not stunting a poem’s flow.
From my bedroom window pane spied I something that kept me from sleeping sane:
waxed and waned before my eyes silver dollar gleaming in the sky
sparkled strangely twice than thrice slanted grain of bitter rice would lunacy’s luridness entice?
milky blinded wandering eye with pallid brightness slowly did it cry shimmering sickle, heavy eyes did pry sobered dreams calmly defied
relentless rhyme upon my pen sightless goddess do not seek me again
following with her unblinking gaze tempting weakened minds with searing craze
do not stalk with me with your lantern white I plead of slumber hold me tight
twinkle twinkle fickle moon let me be Madame La Lune.