The Power of Night

I am drinking a cocktail of moonlight...

It's a toast to our love reunited.

Sunshine reborn in my mad, midnight world.

Yet the Darkness remains, uninvited.

The bones of my mother still cut me deep;

My father's fears fulfilled as prophecy.

My brothers are posting their fat, FakeBook lives;

Truth hidden behind rank hypocrisy.

The wails of my child now rise with my own;

In torment, in perfect pitched harmony.

Lamenting the high price of innocence lost,

And the cruel shame in mindless conformity.

The galaxy serves up another stiff drink,

I toss it back, and now I've lost gravity.

I'm floating, I'm flying, I'm chasing starlight.

I'm fleeing the harsh sting of reality.

You're lovely while sleeping, your dreams make you smile;

My dreams make me wake up screaming...

The monsters still play in the bright light of day;

Nightmares live beyond boundaries of dreaming.

The self righteous sinners in their Sunday best...

Feeling safe and secure in complacency.

Those in glass houses should never throw stones...

Holy rollers fall fast and ungraciously.

Day dwellers' don't know the true power of night...

It's the power to deny culpability.

Dodging bullets and blame, outrunning the shame...

Night dwellers' find peace in dark anonymity.