I stare into the austere cloak of night,
a tired mind stirring cirrus
clouds from REM sleep with verse

Stuck in time, some wounds are just too damn deep,
lifelike dreams, are torturing.
Skipping beats, heart stands still.

Woke up in a sea of perspiration.
Bloodshot eyes, I must extend
olive branch to moisture,

damp visage rendered murky in low-light,
silty sheen worn like lustrous
diamond, afire with dawn.

Amber warmth depicted in afterglow
Making a valiant effort
To shine brighter than all

Preserve the sunshine; never neglect it.
Skeleton keys must be used.
When dungeons trap the light.

Shackles shed in rebellion, crumple to
the side, light freed: an unbound
hostage given solace.

Astounded by the realization,
the beast that lives within, can
and will be tamed. Conquer.

Domesticated, feral, wild, or stray
the moon is still a place to
howl with sincerity