The moon, the night and I

I dreamt I could write

pen held tight,

flowing like river

words bled

upon the page;

wind blew through

my window

whispering pure words:

light like clouds

and fluffy like cotton candy;

I dared to ask the moon

For advice,

Stepping onto the window ledge,

His voice

Took me by surprise;

His answers honest,

His words simple,

It was us

Who complicated it all

He said.

I went back inside,

Knowing truth and wisdom,

Dreams were sure

To come to me now.

Author's Note

Yes, I'm confused with my use of 'dream' too, I'm already sleeping...am I going to sleep again? Am I going to sleep within my dream? It just went well, even if it didn't make too much sense, so I left it that way. I don't believe in over editing my poems. If it felt right at the time, then I mostly left it as it was, apart from changing some commas here and there. This might be my downside right there, but oh well.