Moonlight Insomnia

I cannot sleep when the moon is bright,

I simply can't, try as I might.

Silver light streams across my face,

And slips through the leaves, turning to lace.

Down the windowsill, and spilling on the floor,

It saunters into my head, banging open the door.

You, them, her, It and we,

Him's and I's are all set free.

Bright eyes and moonlight are dangerous things,

They'll keep you awake like the song someone sings.

And I have to get up, you know that I do.

The moon should keep to herself, all these visions of you.

But there's not much to be done, I just squeeze my eyes tight,

To wait it all out and for morning light. 

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