Moonshine

Night fosters time’s misgivings

Blanketed in blackness and hushed quiet

Sometimes punctuated.

With the kind of light pollution and white noise

Only a city emulates.

 

I think you must know a different night

But it’s not impossible to suggest the same moon

Reflected in puddles which scatter and spill

From the relentless fervor of tire on asphalt

Is the same moon outside your window.

 

The night exposes my skeleton

When the moon illuminates

The transparency of my skin,

An inadequate covering for my delicate frame.

 

But maybe the same moon

Transforms your body

Into something like that of a werewolf

With untamed ferocity

In the form of a woolen coat.

 

Does the night cover you

Like the worn fibers of a comforter

Tossed across a bed frame without a mattress

To create the illusion of warmth and solace?

 

Can you envision a moon

Who’s light touches everyone and everything,

Past present and future,

Like a magic wand designed to color the skies

With the kind of brilliance visible to those

Even miles apart?

 

I don’t know that I can

Because even in the throws

Of the most universal Nighttime splendor,

I can’t help but feel we are looking at different moons.

Reviews

[Misanthrope]

Interesting concept of night. I liked how you used binary oppositions coupling night with comfort and warmth in one hand, with the symbol of werewolf on another.

[disconnectedspirit]

I can’t help but feel we are looking at different moons....you could very well be...