Silver glistens on a bare rooftop
Night stoops onto the cement sidewalks
We plan our lives, our joys, our sorrows
And stare at the unusually bright moon tonight.

It seems like a golden orb
Peeking from beneath a muddy sea
It's glow diffusing into the clouds and the air
We stand and stare
And then close our eyes
As we grasp for the invisible warmth
That surrounds us
Tonight.

Like the last flake of dawn
We glimmer, and then subside
Into the steady afternoon
Alight with hazy feelings.

We wrap ourselves within our world
And imagine it to be
The best of all possible worlds
For some unknown, shallow reason.

Then we forget the chair, the table
The grey room we are sitting in
And immerse ourselves
Into the harsh light of today.