Spend my nights

spend my nights staring across the city. lights ripple at me as if to say its all ok. the tree stands guard outside the window. pain ruffled only by the gale wind that is tomorrow. chanting bugs interrupted by short silences while everyone sleeps the city lies awake, staring weary eyed towards the chamber of black. the void is apathetic, stars laugh at the flicking street lights. the moon patrols the vault hoping to meet the sun. that day will never come… and so the moon is a castaway. growing each day anticipating union. always let down. the clouds sometimes hide it as it retreats into its bleak day-world. let down by a lover and the aspirations that haunt sleep. the moon will never share the sky with the sun, but what the moon doesn't know is that the earth is always guiding its path.