Moonlight

Ah! The moonlight 

Shining and pleasing my heart as fast as the blasting of dynamite.

I wanted to sleep but the moonlight shined on my pillow

Over and out it came from the window.

This was a sign the moon wanted me to express it in my words,

but holy people were roaming in herds.

I thought of these things in the night

Under the moonlight

I closed the window and drew the curtains 

Just then I pushed some thing and fell down some buttons.

My grandmother woke up 

and asked me why I was up

I told her these words

and that I would not make fun of nerds 

She loved the way I expressed my imagination

And I didn't need any more confrontation.

She slid my book along a desk kind of like a sweep 

And told me to go to sleep.