Daytime Minutes

As the full moon asserts herself in the translucent skies I find myself reaching for her, As if she were you I find my mind, wrapped in her craters As if, they were…your arms Stroking her as if she had your skin, Your soft, angelic skin I find myself, longing for her to be you Wishing, that her touch Could, in someway, equal yours With eyes tightly shut, I picture you… I picture us What we were, What we are, And what we should be The moon suddenly becomes the sun Burning with excruciating pain Pain from the past Pain from regrets and misfortune Scarring me…deeply I try and extinguish the flames, but They intensify with every attempt Thus… it’s settled You, Were never meant to be my moon For I made you my sun Despite all, you will always be the moon to my sky But I’m cursed to live only in the heat of the day… And will never again, feel the smooth caress, of the nightlife