Why am I not the slowly fading moon under the cloud?
Why am I not the bewitched black cat in search of a home tonight?
Why am I not the distant flickering street light, guiding the roads a little?
Why am I not the giggle of these little munchkins
On the Sunday twilight,
That long-lasting fun to talk about on
Mourning Monday?
Why am I not the sweet, crunchy music
Where my heart resides?
And why am I a Homo sapiens,
To actually live with all those memories off the shore?
Oh! Such a beautiful night, isn't it!?
© seraffine