Moonlight

Emitting such vivid burnishing through the spaces between linen draperies, catching my attention through the periphery of my vision, I turn my mind to you. Rush through the corridors that lead to that of exalted moral. Why must you mock us with such exempted beauty? You must be growing tired of such a meaningless existence in which your presence is dependent upon. Forgive my petty avowal and understanding of what you are, for my inept social graces limit me so. I know not the depth of your concord with this mass of barbarities; nor do I know my own with them. Defeat your selfish bearing and cast your beacon upon my bed of acorns and unfinished poetry. Once more, play the song I remember from the time you slept beside me, whispering our destiny’s into my ear.