Drugs are coursing through my veins
Uppers, downers and in between
Curving perception
Casting precaution to the sky.
Illusions dance before senses ensnared
By gentle shadows shaped
Within a cast of pure existence
Experienced as a moment in space
Preserved and observed
In mute recollection.
Yet, they quickly pass without consent
To leave desolate
Once impassioned pleas.
Moonlit Poetry 