Bright Light in the Dark of Night

I lay in bed listening to the coyote smooth talk the moon in such a desperate plea for the bright light in the dark of night at midnight.

So pure and passionate when he screams in hope she hears his cry for her attention.

He stands tall like the mountains before him and strong like the rocks beneath him as he lifts his head to the bright light in the dark of night at midnight.

He lets out the deep echo of his ever so gentle yet firm desire to convince her to love him back but,

he gets no response.

he still tries every night to confess his love to the bright light in the dark of night like clockwork at midnight.