i sleep with the moon, the moment
when the sun enters the sky.
there’s an ethereal beauty
to a blue canvas tinged with gray,
where the clouds
recollect themselves
after a long night of introspection.
there is peace.
there is my ending.
sunrise calls just
about every drop of energy
from my veins,
deposits it in my head
and waits until the setting
for it all to come alive again.
night after
night after
night.
good night.