Scary

Scary to look
Into eyes that
Look into your soul,
I do not compose
The future,
I only sense it,
And fear that others
May see me
Struggling and
Frustrated,
Only you may
See me.
Hard to believe
The moon,
A tiny disk of light,
And that reflected,
Causes the tides
To ebb and flow,
So we are affected.
Ask any ER, EMS or cop,
What a full moon
Can do do,
They will smile.
We are sentient beings
And sense though we
Cannot quantify,
Other things.
More than moonlight
And moon shadows,
An art and
Not a science,
A more practical
Magic than
We dare
Admit.