Moonlit Night Of Madness Poem by David Whalen

<center>‘Neath open wide, star filled sky
Inhibitions cast aside
Old foes and worldly woes
Shed along with stifling clothes

It seems the Moon
Is part to blame
Giving bloom
To lack of shame

Coldly, boldly, warming
Blushing skin
Unleashing… lost,
From deep within

Could Pan himself have seen
That wanton scene
He would have leered
To behold In delight

Conformity, nicety
Primness and propriety
Cast aside
so carelessly that night

Pride tossed aside
Soul offered up to the sky
Mad dance
beneath the moon

Not to question why
My soul should fly
Nor why this night
Must end so soon

Summer madness?
Mind’s rebellion?
Sudden change
From mild to hellion?

Harming no one
In the process
In my abandon
To that night’s madness

Methinks perhaps most people
Should unleash
Their wilder Spirits
(for one night at least!)

Bare their all
Before leering moon
For doth not life
But end too soon?

And it is not
Of life …
to ask
A lot

For just that night
…of madness? …


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