Update on Life

Sunset,
The blessed time of day,
When daylight makes its last stand,
And is overrun,
By the blissful respite of Night
The moon, in its full glory,
Rises over the far towers,
Dancing a graceful waltz
Into the starless sky,
My eyes, ever faithful,

Track its course,
As I sit before my computer,
Waiting to be set free,
Free from the accusing glares,
Free from the queer stares,
Free from the cursed light of day,
The gentle beams caress my skin,
In a warm, passionate, familiar embrace,
Shadows awaken, and begin to dance,
Lithe in the presence of moonlight
Whispers become abundant,
Trickling like a stream,
Relaxed and unafraid,
Of people lost in dreams,

I lay down

long after

in anxiety

of the next day.