Characteristics of time change when the clock strikes
midnight; the Moon casts his gaze on clumsily painted dreams.
A flirtatious affair under a silk cloak of stars,
Fluttering ghost-like hands reach for the night and claw at the seams.
Rapt by shimmering flames that illuminate gloomy
hours; the denial of drowsiness induced by nightmares.
A symphony of endless transparent sleep,
The erotic plummeting of aspirations caught by escalating stairs.
Cordial goodbyes drowned out by alarm clocks and scents of
coffee; but the Moon will call again no matter the circumstance.
Driven by waking speeches of contrasting indifference,
Yet the Sun still knows nothing of the decietful night time romance.