Moonlight

The dark side breaks a warm afternoon.
Wrinkled shadows become omnipotent and my wide open heart sinks into my stomach.

The fountain spouts impossible promises
My eyes as wet as dreams and clear as the phosphorus bulbs. I am enlightened
The cosmic balance must be obtained.

The moonlight must be dimmed and my tears quenched. I am no longer a lover or a saint. A poet or a philosopher.
I am hidden like the growing darkness.
May the days never grace my presence and may my hearts never feel warmth.
For it would burst like pyrotechnic display.

The sun's day is coming and the 40 day tirade will end.
All balance will be restored.
And I will vanish once again.