Halcyon

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i don't know why it returns,
every single night,
with the same old fight,
midnight embracing me,
waiting, with arms wide open,
as my shadows stretch toward company.

why does the night's cloak
feel too large alone at night?
leaning on penchant silence, whispering for the stars to hear,
the moon keeps vigil for a friend,
but the void reaches for a hand, darkness humming quiet ache
while the horizon holds its breath.

a shot in the dark,
a ray of hope,
oh, there might be light
at the end of the big, black, secret tunnel,
reach for the stars,
i'll settle for the moon even,
i have a sky full of unsaid words,
left in the dark, burning the midnight oil.
lonely constellations deck the sky,
oh, we have spoken, and crossed the line
blame the restless winds,
and the silly moon missing its shadow.

what else can you expect from me, when crickets are my conversation starters?
the night carries my loneliness in a lantern,
throwing light on the mistake I made, my sky-chair beside the moon
still empty, still waiting.

the night loosened my tongue,
and I wandered past the line i swore I'd keep.
daylight found me there embarrassed, exposed for the night
made it easy to forget,
but morning remembers everything, and i regret what the darkness encouraged.