midnight trip

Midnight
and the moon is brighter than I can see
closer than I will ever be
to perfection
infinite.....and beyond
I stare at the lunar sky
wondering
if I could fly.....would I go there?
or is there someplace else
I'd rather be.....rather than be me
here....
still and serene.....
I hear curlews scream
their frustrations at nighttime wanderers
like me......
tucked away in odd corners
I find peaceful moments
and I hang there
because it feels like home to me
alone....I am stone....you can't see me
or hear me breathe.....
I almost forget I exist....there in the mist
slithering through shadows like bliss
making trails of silence.....I wander
trip.....skip....slowly slip
down to a dream
where I almost knew how to drown
my sorrows.....
In the darkness that holds me
under the spill of the moonlight....
the spell of midnight.....
the dregs of starlight.....
at the edge of a new day.....I stumble
blind and insane....

Author's Note

I am almost delirious from sleep deprivation as I write this....It is off the top of my head and yes, it is midnght on a full moon so this is what is going round and round.....so I thought why not get it out here.....ignore the punctuation.....and lack of rythym.....and rhyme for that matter.....it is poetry to me