04 May 2014 "Shaving At Night"

The sun is gone.

There is no day, and it is beautiful.

Relying completely on the moon,

I look, attempting to see.

Pain is silvering scars, 

invisibly bleeding but still beautiful.

It’s as if we never knew

daylight,

never wanted to.

Night is here when I’m gone.

When I’m dreaming enough to forget

what is painfully obvious:

the moon needs to rest too.

Daybreak, and I am alone.

A rising sun and

I finally understand:

the sun and the moon

will never harmonize,

one cannot have everything.