I find myself at awkward times:
No stars or banners or fireworks,
Just simple recognition.
Such games of hide and seek
Are best played by moonlight,
In the back of a pickup truck,
On a dusty country trail.
But in life, scenarios aren’t perfect,
They’re real.
So starless skies,
And suburban drive-ways .
I wandered a bit in my trance,
Got a little lost,
But I found myself in the end.
Does that even count?
Loneliness sinks in
When I feel the sleep
In all its persistent glory
Start again the nightly struggle
Of forcing my eyelids down
Before I greet the sun.
I want to be held
As the sun and the moon take their places,
Their roles in this play
Reenacted each night, to the same
Slightly upbeat bohemian soundtrack.
Live in the moment,
Seize the day.
But it seems the day is always just a tad elusive,
It’s so much easier to just squint your eyes,
Dim the lights,
And seize the world by midnight.
What makes sense by the moonlight,
In the morning seems absurd.
Such epiphanies of love and loneliness
Are nighttime eccentricities
Meant to be enjoyed, savored.
Livin’ High.
It comes easier with time.
By design I feel content in being discontent,
And for once, in this sole case, I feel
The irony is not lost in translation.
The digital clock of my palmed cell phone
Is like a picture painted and hung
On some unimportant wall:
Never changing numerals of time gone past,
Because who's watching the clock.
Tomorrow always comes.
And in the light of the morning sun,
My false revolution
Sinks in, and reinforces the feelings of the night before.
That lonely ache and bitter grin,
But please, just pass the pipe again.
I see the sun, its setting.
Let’s turn this night
Into another freeze framed romance
Of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
Because, god it pays to feel.
Submission Name: Moonlit Epiphanies 
