"In the Absence of Moonlight"
Countless wonders get to flutter a fool's cares away.
Splashing and bathing in the fountain of darkness.
Every free bird is dancing themselves silly by venue
of dreams, where hopes are the confetti trickling
subtly downward over the masquerade of night.
The motherly womb of night protects us all inside.
Breeding a peace, it massages our tensions away.
Feasting on the nourishment of indifference, it is
the equality within true darkness we hold so dear.
Friendships are founded in those who lack light.
In the maturity of night we formed bonds, becoming
carefree party lovers who rode the horses of exhilaration,
sprinting through the shrunken passage of hours.
Until we saw the harbinger of dawn and the stars
went backstage again, we all had leading roles.