The
full moon grants me clarity
stopping the voices in my head
letting me feel the magic spread
a gift that is a rarity
While I'm changing polarity
the full moon grants me clarity
empowered me all through the night
invoking my soul to take flight
On these nights I talk to the dead
they can feel my sincerity
the full moon grants me clarity
so I can remember what's said
With the coming of morning light
on parchment with pen words I write
from romance to vulgarity
the full moon grants me clarity
stopping the voices in my head
letting me feel the magic spread
a gift that is a rarity
While I'm changing polarity
the full moon grants me clarity
empowered me all through the night
invoking my soul to take flight
On these nights I talk to the dead
they can feel my sincerity
the full moon grants me clarity
so I can remember what's said
With the coming of morning light
on parchment with pen words I write
from romance to vulgarity
the full moon grants me clarity
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Quatertrain
Poem
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