Desk lamp Wonders

At the Desk tonight...

Isolated from the rest of the world

My white hot lamp creating a spotlight over my hands

as they search frantically for the keys on this typewriter

to immortalize my thoughts on this modern piece of parchment...

Outside, through my window, I see

The trees we used to run around in the daytime...

now quieted and hushed by the night

and that grass...

ah, the memories of it,

the grass, damp from rain, glistening under a lunar glow

We used to run through that very grass

Under that very light

And the oily, mechanical hissing of a monstrous freight train,

Shattering the night air like a hammer hitting a plate glass window...

And I wonder if the moon still hangs over the lake?

Even though I am not there to stare in dreamy wonder,

as it reflects off the sparkling, black, satin water

and a retreating storm

flashes it last retorts silently

Does that halo, prismed with ice, still glow about the moon?

Though I don't have time to gaze

I remember sitting under that moon in the crystal cold air

straining to hear the deafening silence of winter

A thin diamond covered layer of frost would grow over everything alive...

Clinging throughout the night

But I still have time to take note of the moon...

right now...

It's still the same as I remember...

good!

Some things never change

The trees, now skeletal silhouettes,

Are sporadic on the horizon

and the moon is bloated and a pale orange color

as a brisk autumn breeze scatters the leaves...

past my window

it startles me, and I realize...

I snap back to reality,

I realize...

It's getting late again

Damn, I have wasted another night dreaming...

When will I learn, I have no time to dream