Twinkle of a Twilight Mind; Prose

A sleepy planet
Rests on the lobe of a twilight mind,
It whispers,
But it sounds like it’s screaming.
Thoughts can be so
Unthoughtful usually.
Loud, disruptive like high tide,
But tonight, the moon is playing nice.
Enjoy it.
Bask in the cool breeze of relief
At the stillness.
Empty never felt this good
Or full.
Is this happiness?
Or a balancing act
With a broken trapeze?
I do not know.
I am not know.
I am not.
And that is how I wish to be
As long as the moon is playing nice,
And the sleepy planet whispers me

The Art of Joey Havlock