On a new moon night
We stay up late
Emptying out of our hearts
The last dregs of conversation
Even as our voices fray weak
And eyelids grow heavy
With sleep…
We blink in the dark
As words become balm,
Then sword,
Then balm again, endlessly…
We wipe the occasional tear, finally.
As the moon empties itself
And faces its shadow
Maybe, we are too.
Tomorrow is a new day.
We stay up late
Emptying out of our hearts
The last dregs of conversation
Even as our voices fray weak
And eyelids grow heavy
With sleep…
We blink in the dark
As words become balm,
Then sword,
Then balm again, endlessly…
We wipe the occasional tear, finally.
As the moon empties itself
And faces its shadow
Maybe, we are too.
Tomorrow is a new day.