With The Moon

My mind is full
of dreams
of clouds
the sound of the wind
of friends
and family
the shadow of sin
none are ceasing
or releasing
me from their grasp
I try to sleep
but I am theirs to keep
and the rising stars
gently laugh.

Starlight

Meant to do write this sort of thing at the beginning of the month, oh well just a few days late.
It's October. 3 more months to go, the end is in sight. Not saying I'll never post on this again, it just definitely won't be everyday and maybe not a poem. I don't know. 
Also I'm thinking of getting another tattoo when I've finished doing this. So it's a kind of during my first year of university/ to remind me I wrote a poem every day for a year (that being said, I've probably just jinxed myself. Shit.)

Anyway. Poem.

Don't really know what to write about . . . 

The light of  the stars
glow through the mist 
of grey and the clouds, 
lighting the shadows 
and skipping along
the ground 
waving to the sky 
as the moon says goodbye 
and the light is free 
to come and greet me 
the patterns spiralling 
under my eyelids 
and it not the darkness 
or sleep that I am with 
but the light of the stars 
and the wave of the moon.

Yup, title is also a Muse song. Yay Muse ^.^

Dreams

The longer to sleep
is longer to dream 
to delve in to the stories
of the subconscious


Resting between
the moon and the stars
until the sun decides to rise
finding a surprise,
the unexpected 


But then waking
and the stories and
the twists
slowly forgotten
in the light of the sun
awaiting to be remembered
in the glow of the stars.