Nighttime

eyes open, lids heavy...
the soul reeks of fear, shamelessly.
hands reaching, face searching...
for a familiar smile, among the many.

fingers cross, hopeful & readily
the silent prayer is only for harmony
in this life- in this cruel and chaotic medley!

eyes close, lids no longer light...
another night, ending the battle- but not the fight.
Rest seems impossible under this fierce bright light.
That's why we keep waiting for the night.
That's why we still hope for the moon and her usual blithe!