Day’s frantic gasps for release

Galloping ‘cross the night sky
Pulled by invisible horsemen
On a journey into daylight’s embrace.
The Moon’s ethereal messengers
In this cosmic dance of grace.
Sinuous threads leave trails so bright
That she may swiftly follow,
Casting ghost-like shadows
In the hollows of my mind.

Leaning back in my chair
Home to sleepless nights
Too numerous to share
A shuddering yawn
Disrupts my reverie
Jolts me from sweet dreams
Of make-believe
As the moonlit chariot
Is swept from the scene
By day’s frantic gasps for release.

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