The Shadows of the Moon

I wish for the night to come
For there, I am forgotten into dreams
and the moon alone can see me stir
I am encapsulated by it's world of shadow
still moon, still glowing, and I
stirring in the afterthought of nothingness
standing in the glow of someone's
sometimes anyone's smile
for me?
for anyone
for any moment
any dream
could be better than the one I'm in
all slowness and spinning
more calloused than raw
more jaded than fitted and tried
what happenstance is this?
what conundrum have I broken into now?
have I stood for too long?
alone and sheltered now more by pride
than by a reason to be lonely
there are no reasons left for that
such folly formed
such quiet servitude to an unknown god: alone
I fight myself to stay afloat
and catch my breath to die
one last, cold moment
in your eyes
and change again
into the dreams
into the night
into the shadows of the moon

1 Mar 2007
2:33am