The full moon is out,
Her divine gown is flittering
In the fugue of night.
We sit here in
The midst of an acrid wind,
On the highest height.
We look down
From the hill
At the circus below.
Lit with neon,
Our picture show.
We are simply
Tattoos along the jewel
Of the full moon.
Daylight is far,
Sleep is gone,
The night is our boon.
The trees are lulled
Into a
Swaying romance.
Maybe we should
Follow them, come,
Let us dance.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awe-city-lights-let-us-dance/
