Full Moon

Full Moon

Full moon,
Moonful,
Mournful,
Still I stood.
Gazing deeply.
The unbeknownst.
Tra-la la la la..swoosh.
Still I stood.
I
One word
Agripped.
Still I stood.
Against a backdrop.
Fluid Silver Motioning Silhoutte-y Beam.
Where is the goodness?
Still I stood.
My kind of feeling.
On an empty canvas.
Bordered with rigidity.
Still I stood.
Drifting in the forests,
My path is illuminated
Dazed but confused.
Oh Titan of Hyperion!Theai!
Whither I stand?