tirelessly--on the invisible search for transience
we travel unto night's unending highway

echoes of the past flooding
newborn ears, with every
breath they lose their innocence

in wary midnight the darkness is a comfort.--
a veil of uncertainty that once again brings freedom:
liberating what was stifled behind blue eyes

sun up--we lay back down
eased by fresh music of the day.
shield us before the light--
which, bringing freckles to each iris
reveals all that was unseen

and what else can we do but sit and feel?
without the cradle of the moon