Dwell In Possibility: A Long Moonlight Sonata

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The mouth yellows with each puff,

Eyes redden to the unmistakeable hue,

Just another night

Surrounded by people I've not yet met.

We congregate in one place,
Practicing inebriated normalcy,

Crowded around the glass center piece;

Wherever it goes, we go,

Itching to put our lips

Inside the beautifully crafted tube.

A circle of dedicated performers mingle

Forgettably around the distinct aroma;

This everyday ritual keeps us sane,

This wonderfully illegal act keeps us pleasantly un-normal.

How slow the night goes,

Yet how quickly daylight breaks

Dawn's surface;

Disperse into the morning dew

Where you have been born from.

The house is empty now,

Dark where smiling cherubs

Once sang of the fruitful bounty and glorious life,

All is quiet,
As eyelids shade the sun from our minds,

The hour of sleep has commenced,

Put your weary bodies to their slumber,

A new day slowly creeps up,

As yesterday fades away.

So long my friends,

Adieu to you,

My brothers and sisters,

Goodbye my family,

I shall try not to forget you.

Dwell In Possibility