2:00 a.m.
Starved of sleep and hungry.
Midnight snack.
A night owl is on the prowl
chasing after dream.
I venture out into the dark.
Climb into the open window
of the lowly moon.
Rummage through its craters.
Outerspace.
I search for each bulb of dream
I ******* into the sky.
I pray I catch the prey of light.
Find a piece of peace tonight.
Escape the termites
that gnaw at the surface
of my eyes.
The anxieties that blind,
eat away at the mind.