All is calm

Beyond the blue
there lies a sleep fueled dream
moving into a carried thought
through the waking day,
gravity plucks and pulls
the certain aspects that shine
into the pocket of the memory they go,
like jingling coins
the sweetest chimes play
a melody of today.
Mad man moon is heard
laughing in its insanity,
words remembered from yesterday
sing to me of a lightness of heart
and I plunge like a starling through clouds
diving and swept on the winds,
carried on tattered wings
yet finding the joy in this small blessing,
in the lifting of the heart
I fly to the tune
of a lyrical neon moon.