The days move on slow
While the dust and the wind waltz
A dance of time
Time that cannot be rewritten.
Fingers swirl and tap on hard surfaces
Trying to end the silence
And calm the nerves
Nerves that cannot be calmed
Words are spewed
Tears descended
And day is ending
The sky swallows the sun
The night is short
The day is long
The moon is dull
The sun is bright
Than why is it that I favor night
The way it is short and sweet
Yet secluded and free
I wish to be the Luna in the tall tree.
