Mother Moon

just before the advent of another dreaded dawn Upon the glass, fastidious fingers of a waning moon writing me love letters before the last of night is gone A child of night am I...a purveyor of darkness dear Where wonders dart in shadows, beheld, not quite seen Light, the demon darting into every corner to expose the evidence of ordinary monotony in life's every scene Moonlight brings softness to smooth corners for the weary who know bitter truths; secrets that blight the very soul Dear globe of pale enlightenment, erasing what eyes abhor keeping gentle souls from reality and its wicked, naked toll Come hover with me Mother Moon, until at last we must part for my tender sensibilities cannot endure the coming of day Lunar child am I, not meant for what is revealed by relentless sun so I shall bid you adieu, till another night when we may play