The Moon Is Slowly Slipping From The Sky

moon-occulting-venus_deirdre-kallaghanThe moon is slowly slipping from the sky
Slowly but it will be gone by sunrise
And every pregnant second that it slips
Becomes more full like Buddha’s bee-stung lips

The city sparkles brightly in the night
Brightly as it is touched by day’s first light
And I walk west into a dawn so strange
Reflected in one hundred thousand panes

A silent tension mounts along the street
Silent save for the roar of my heartbeat
And in these golden moments in between
Hide promises more wonderful than dreams

The rush of traffic breaks my reverie
Breaks it and returns my fears to me
And the whole world becomes infused with gray
The moment’s lost its just another day

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