Jemima: Trances like Moonlight
(Disclaimer: I own not cats or jemima or strawberry pocky. Mmm. Pocky.)
The night beckons me out of my hiding,
To shed my shyness and come forth to sing,
And I loose the feeling of body and mind,
I can hear every note and see everything,
The night becomes clear,
And the meaning is here,
Resting in the folds of my pure, simple mind,
Longing and pining to leave my lips,
And deliver a message of pure, simple words,
And my hands move themselves to rest on my hips.
My movements aren't mine, my voice is itself,
My fingers grow numb and my mind will still,
I can't move my legs, the night works my body,
This is my life, my fated destiny to fulfill,
To sing to the moon,
A mystical rune,
Among the misted clouds and the shining stars,
A circle of light, such a heavenly sign,
It brings hope to me yet, my mind isn't failing,
But my voice and the moon will still align.
((A question to reviewers, I have vague idea for a third stanza, but I don't know if I should add it. Opinions?))