Glowing

The moon takes me where he wants to go.

And each new night he shows

A different way to glow.

Frightened by casted shadows in the smoke,

I know there’s still sight left,

Only in light made of regret-

Where he paints me burnt orange

And dark.

Can I find ways to escape?

The moon takes me where he wants to go.

Over stagnant waters reflecting his distant frame

Past the sleeping city, and the live city.

Roaches in the night…

One night

I could have kissed his pure white face.

He was bright for the world to see

But only I could know his light

Because the moon takes me where he wants to go.

That night is long gone

And he prefers the ominous yellow light.

As do I.