As Daylight says goodbye

With the Sun now set,

Starts a soft sweet lullaby

Followed by the crickets playing 

Their nightly quartet.

When nightfall arrives,

Though the whole house is asleep

Purring in their slumber,

My energy still runs too deep.

Curiosity caresses me late at night

Causing my creeping into the kitchen,

Careful not to make a peep

So no one shall listen.

Tiptoeing through the dining hall

Past the long table

With only seating for ten,

Still we seat more people than able.

I stride through

The living room that keeps close

Not one, but two grandfather clocks,

Both hands pointing to 12 o’clock

Right on the dot. 

As I slowly turn the golden handle,

Behind me carefully closing the door,

I leave behind a world

Of mere conversation, and bore.

I stay the course

Never wavering from my path,

Finally reaching that broad white gate

Leading to the great escape.

The chilly night greets me

With open arms and cheers all around,

Whilst wind washes through the wisteria

That sprouts from the ground.

I whisper up to the autumn sky

Though it is covered

With a blanket of black

At first, the moon is all too shy 

To say anything back.

The stars surround one another

Forming constellations galore,

Clouds often block their radiance

Of that one can be sure.

I stand on the forest floor

My feet firmly planted, 

Humming under my breath

A small short tune,

Simply staring above

At that midnight moon. 

Looking at that strange space rock

That was once part of this earth, 

Separated from here

Millions of years ago. 

Like a limb cut clean off

Or old hair chopped away,

The moon is alone

Like an island or cay.

Orbiting the earth

Forever remaining in exile,

Though the moon’s exile came first

Mine too, has lasted a while.

I feel this loneliness all the time

And like with the moon,

I tell the wind

Sometimes the sea

Never expecting a response,

Just for them to comfort me.

For No human on earth

No material item

No being in this universe,

Could ever, has ever, will ever

Would ever, and forever

Be able to ease this eternal pain,

That comes and goes like the waves

And the rain.

There is no person in which I can confide

That will heal my heart.

Nothing except for time

Can show me the way

To change and restart.

So each month

There is one night, 

When the full moon comes out

She greets me with a smile and “hi”

That is when I talk to the moon.

At her peak

Each midnight

On my front porch

In true twilight,

That is when we speak. 

That is when we have 

The most intense conversations,

Telling me about her envy of the sun

And I tell her of how I’ve come undone.

That is when we are laughing

Crying, and sometimes screaming

And overflowing with such empathy,

We are bursting and teeming.

That is when I find that the moon

Is a lot like me,

A sad, yet strong being

Alone, but forever free.