In the shadow of the moon, another holiday of sentiments are brewed
A veil of sweet air wafts in like a hymn as my soul is softly subdued
A brief, beautiful blanket of respite to allay all the chaos that's ensued
Night braille for the blinding light of frantically being misconstrued

A wake walking dream, like a blissful symphony, appetizing prelude
An encapsulated vessel of time to which we will forever be pursued
A confined prison for your static mind gazing out a window, renewed
A refuge so raw and unrefined, until the sun once again shall intrude

The clock continues to taunt as I sit and stare, scheming ways to elude
The minutes gnaw and haunt me with despair with each one accrued
Reveries induce a desired jaunt to somewhere such as this to seclude
The spirit I saw didn't daunt at all, soul bare, memories stripped ****

First light of the morning arrives like the punchline of a joke so crude
Dinner bill is here, I only had water but the full drunks don't exclude
We're not even hungry now, why are we paying for all this **** food
Even split it is, such a poetic night, but then it ended so ******* lewd