I feel drunk on moonlight and hope
Reckless from the silver glow
And the whispers of conspiracy carried in
On this restless autumn wind
The sweetness of this life sparkling
A glaze upon my cheeks
I know what price I paid to be this free
And how long to the hour it took to render
Somehow still it dazzles me in sunshine
Robs me of breath and blurs my eyes
Some things are just easier to see
When the light is low
~Elena Nola
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