Muse and the Moon

Crescent, eerie eye,
Fly as you might, and
I will linger in myself.

I am a shepherd of thoughts,
Dark as the womb.
My muse and the moon abides.

At night flows the most beautiful lies;
Shadows, dancers, unfettered,
words only spoken by night,
relief for my restless mind.

And above,
such beating of wings,
begging me to join them.

This freedom is malign,
Pecking on the bars for seed
When the cage is unlocked.