In hushed tones, I communed with my soul, and the moon answered in kind. Beneath the lunar glow, the man sat nestled on a wooden chair, gazing upon the celestial orb as it cast its shimmering light upon the shore. Moved by the ethereal beauty, his soul stirred within him, and he began to transcribe his innermost thoughts upon the parchment, the lunar muse guiding his hand.
Under the cloak of night, you arrived quietly,
Slipping into my heart's serenity.
And gently, you sought to break down the walls of me.
Forging a connection like the river to the sea,
...
Still dusk and alone with the lone star,
Cradling his bottle of liquor and cigar;
Solitude on his polymeric throne,
He brings forth a mighty storm.
...