Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
We dance around the world of these words
Autumn leaves helter skelter through the crisp air
Winds guide the course upon our lightness of being
The skies are endless, the horizon without border.
In time our knowing will become one of fruition
Loosening the beast the grows every moment
Screaming at the heart of unknown ectasy
Culminating in an endless eruption of our souls.
You, a mad little sprite within my heart
singing to me your songs and a voice free of sadness
me, a poet reveling in the madness of the universe
and bleeding unbridled passion in lost-form verse.