Black skies, tired eyes
Tip of my toes on the ground
Tap of my heels…into the night
Under the half moon and broken stars
Inhale the dust and come undone

Like a specter in my mind
I watch my shadow pass me by
A vision blurred by a flimsy mind
Without vigor, devoid of fight
Lacking in air, lacking in spite

I closed my eyes and uttered low
Some form of prayer my face won’t show
God, despite the crescent’s glow
Grant me the light I want to know!

I dragged my feet at the sight of door
Where dreams end with the weight I bore
Inside, the half-moon’s not as daunting;
the darkness, not as haunting
And sleep would be waiting, to bring another morn