Do you ever get a lurking feeling?
Like the moon might fall
From the precious sky above
And crash upon your head?
A feeling of disaster
When everything is still.
And stillness seems to act
Threateningly so.
When it should serve as a comfort.
Nothing is happening
But the feeling is there at the forefront
Of untamable thoughts.
And instead it's fueled by the stillness,
Urging the downfall of the moon
And the destruction of
Everything you know and have known.
But the night remains still.