daydreams and moonbeams
i live for the magic of a 3 am epiphany
or maybe just a recurring memory
the destruction that ensues
as it rips at my soul.
some people watch life as it parades right by
some get knocked down and crawl out of the way
i stay. i fight
not really knowing where it leads or how it ends
but before the beauty of the sunset holds out against the dark of night
take my hand
i’ll hold you close.