Section 10: Night

Prologue

Don't Take me to cloud nine

For I don't have a parachute

But tonight may be the very last time

I ever get to see the full moon

Last Night

Last night felt like a lucid dream

From which I do not wish to awake

How funny that I am more alive in deep sleep

Than I have ever been outside my shallow bed

Yesterday I was up there on cloud nine

Only to be dragged down here by gravity today 

Didn't they say that every cloud has a silver line? 

Or is this a price that I have to pay?

Now it feels like more of a fever dream

That I hope is just another daydream nightmare 

Well, I guess what goes up must all come down

Should the time ever come, I shall howl again

Silent Deathbed

Look at the lizards telling us to sleep already

But is the night not still young, my dear?

Oh, are we not still youthful and lively?

Shall we not savour every remaining hour?

Look at the fireflies beckoning to us, honey

Like reachable stars underneath the moonlit skies

Let’s dance along with the lightning bugs, shall we?

Before tomorrow comes and we have to say goodbye

Moonlit Skies

No wings to fly

To the moonlit skies

So on the grass I lie

Whilst I feast my eyes

Impostor Syndrome

I am that little star that shimmers from afar

And twinkles with barely existent flash

I shine with what little glow I possess

Simply because the night is profoundly dark

The Sun is hidden away

For a moment for me to shine

But when it returns

So does my impostor syndrome

I am that fierce, ferocious werewolf

Yet only in the presence of moonlight

I am that fearsome vampire

Just not in the presence of sunlight

With nobody else in sight

I shower in this dim light

Believing that it is the brightest

Of the brightest lights

For it is not broad daylight

But the blackest

Of the blackest nights

Nights To Remember

The wind is calling

Tonight more intense than ever

Trying to take me to those moments

The past that I vividly remember

A distant, fallible memory

Yet a feeling that could not be effaced

No, not even by time or space

On my mind they are permanently incised

The wind is trying to remind me of those days

—Nights, to be more precise

To revive this dying young heart of mine

With the proof of a life that I have fully lived

The wind was my memorabilium, and the gentle witness

That forces these tired eyes to look up to the moonlit skies

To take a moment to breathe, to reminisce

About those precious irretrievable nights

The special nights that I shall forever remember

The nights that I hold dear even to six feet under

Gentle Wind of The Night

Gentle wind of the night

I feel it touching my delicate skin

Kissing my cheeks, brushing my hair

I hear its whisper, I hear it howling

Its voice calling from somewhere far, far away

The tender wind of tonight

I feel it slipping through my wrinkled fingers

Just like the good life that has slid away

How long has it been? A thousand years?

Since the last time I could breathe this air

Oh, lovely wind of the lonely night

Hunting for lonely souls in the absence of light

Romantic, melancholic predator

Prowling, hunting its prey

Dramatic, nostalgic reminder

Of what we once were

The wind was there, to witness my joyful laughter

With the moon and the stars

Now it's here to blow away these tears

To remind me of the bittersweet past

Epilogue

So perhaps one last time, grab my hand, my dear

If it's not too much to ask

And, together, we shall dance this night away

As if it's our last