Fleeting

The poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence. - Thoreau

with torn walking papers and comfortable shoes

night sky burning in radiant hues

stars shining like a sparkle of fireflies

as bashful bongos beckon and hypnotize

pushed and pulled by magnetic, lunar solemnity

stretching beyond limitless horizons

all life struggling to pay its over dues

i rise and fall with the tide

both kissing and slapping the shore

a plethora of darkness in abundance

a drought of days pleading for more

trees swaying amidst exhaled whirlwinds which struggle to speak

truth's last breath ignored as sin gasps to realize

amidst forelorn sobs whilst eternity kneels and cries

Author's Note

"I will endeavor to separate the tide in my thoughts from the current distractions of the day. I would warn my hearers that they must not try my thoughts by a daylight standard, but endeavor to realize that I speak out of the night. All depends on your point of view." - Thoreau