We would bond, the night and I,

Beneath the moon,

Beneath the blankets,

Beneath the breath

Of those dreams yet to come.

There, yes it was there,

Between sapphire comas

A past was forged in the fire

Of a young boy’s restless mind.

A thousand years lie in sight,

Each moment,

Each step,

Each beat that echoed through my ears

And sent blood boiling, coursing,

Rich with the oxygen of naïve certainty.

To touch tomorrow,

Hold it in my small hands,

Make it mine,

Then leave it with the others,

Each a badge of honor and pride.

Oh hurry sunrise, was my prayer,

And the night and I would repeat it,

Again and again,

Until each of us drifted to our dreams.

More lefts than rights through

The cherished, concealing fog of compromise

Has brought me,

To that past plotted out

By that young child long since gone.

The night and I still bond,

And the night knows,

Yes, the night knows,

The naked truth, exposed,

As the fog floats on to heaven,

Leaving a chilling dew on my bare feet,

And a laundered life for all to see.