shining down on her, bathing the bed she is in the damp wrinkled sheets the arm not mine around her slowly moving with her sleeping breath.

Moon is making me crazy.  I am walking in my neighborhood.  I am a cat or a fox or just some creepy guy in the dark tonight. gravel and the damp air the sound of trains and dogs.. looming clock towers and just up the street is the haunted house where I am going 

to be a ghost

But my heart has hinges and they ease the open and closing.  Hinges of gold I dug from this same damp earth from the friends who listen and actually care.  I just need to see that.  

That is what moonlight is for  its just enough to see the road ahead