the world is simple-
in the moonlight
my life sails smoothly,
in its daze.

                 I lay on my bed,
                 the phone in my hand
                 but the night out the window,
                 has stolen my gaze.

The hushed house is asleep
as I'm wide-eyed & awake,
menacing homework still unfinished
tomorrows problems can wait-

               for what matters in the morning,
               doesn't matter in this moment
                though the regret I feel at dawn
                  may require an atonement.

my procrastination has lead me
to the classic- stretch & yawn
I let the blanket comfort my soul
& welcome the 'moonrays' with the curtains withdrawn.