freshly ground moonbeams

i'm holding out till night time

till the sun has slipped on her evening gown

till the the town

has shut her eyelids down

like the city skyscrapers close their curtains

till i'm certain

day is distant

till the eve socks all resistance

serupticiously

i wait

but for one delicious taste

of midnight sky

seasoned with stars

and freshly ground moonbeams

and dreams

little dipper

contemplative little sipper

of sedative sleep, slumber, soundly

profoundly, peaceful

restful in this nest

full of pillows plush

no need to rush

to travel a trip into dreamland

but hush

here comes the sandman

hold my hand

let's take the quick sand

we'll get there fine

and here you're mine

we've not much time

in dream less sleep, our sleepless dreams

flow fast like streams

this sacred space

the only place

i can hold you and kiss you

and mold you and miss you

so let's do our best to

hold on

but hold on

say what?

local weather is next? after a word from our sponsors?

blast! i held fast!

but the alarm came at last!

and this morning is a mourning

and suddenly that distinction makes sense to me

(it dawns on me!)

and i'll greet the day with apprehension

timid tension

for it will be hours until we meet, my sweet

till then, i'm holding out till night time

till the moon chases the sun 'neath the mountains

and the fountains of this sleepy town

find the stream to the dream where i kiss you good night

sleep tight

good night