Ghostly Eyes

The ghostly eyes Of the moon peek through Branches of trees. Murmurs of my forgotten Histories swirl and Dance, gently Caressing my hair and Coaxing me along.

I race, I run For the thrill of it. I wave at stars And scream At the moon to Come get me! Bring me away with you!

Giving no-name boys No second glances, Shining, shimmering, furiously myself, I own the night.