The moon rules

At times speaking

As if another mind

Shows New ideas

It turns YOU on

With a great smash

All the pools swell

Tears are evaporated

And there is a sense of lonely

So the pictures grow

As with an idea

Of miracles and wonders

The fear got wild

And became anti matter

You were my mirror

But mirror can create hallways

So very strange

So very strange

The rain was coming.