Acid moon floating on a haze of mist this night,
creating shadows as fractured light beams escape my dreams.

Shapes move through the night, flashes of reflections in sight,
darting about seen for a moment, but not really there.

Looking left, then right, into the dark of night.
Searching for life, what it has become.

Hidden in the flash of light, within the misty shadows
that distorts the view of life we follow, is a truth,
once you have the light of day to show the way.