cheshire moon

I happened to look at the sky
(as I often do with an uneasy mind),

and saw you smiling

(as you always do regardless of mood),

in an all-black October sky

(as they always appear in the haunted hours)—

I heard you singing me into madness—

that happy delirium which bangs at the doors

(and which I usually ignore)—

for a time, smiler, I answered you

(as I often do when the moon glares brightly)—

I sang and even danced a bit

(as I usually do when madness grins)

and I embraced this game—

this madness I chase, this chase I laugh at—

since I must—

to be sane.

~by Samantha Karren