Composed on the back porch with a dying moon as bright as the sun

Pensive and nocturnally perceptive,
keeping a starry night from darkness,
Blankness; I feel dutiful, fit, thankful
To single out the bright constellations
With fingers that are self assuredly
Blameless. The shift lasts till the fractured
Beginnings of dawn; a limitation
Only seen by those who are ravished by the sun,
Burnt by its brilliance, while impressionable
Light provokes and engulfs my passivity.

So the Stars,
Great empires of inspired molds
Of light, carves an impressionable
Statue in my mind and the moon casts
A spell at my fatigue; it gratefully
Surrenders its lightened space for the sun:
Its fiery counterpart and my other
Friend that is edacious.

And I fall asleep on the back porch facing the sun,
Awaiting to wake with sore and spotted vision,
Punishment for being awake at the wrong time
As darkness is the time for sleep.

Composed on the back porch with a dying moon as bright as the sun

Alan87

Joined November 2007

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