The moon is leaking in between the cracks
of the cobblestone streets,
reminiscing on the times that hooves
danced after the debutante ball had ended.
The shimmering lake that promises
a fine-tuned tomorrow
licks the lips of unrequited lovers.
Bathing suits line the brick bridge
that delves into ancient soil.
Their teeth bare fresh and clean,
but the world is only proving nasty things.
But the world is a moonlight away,
ticking away like a clock in the afternoon glow.
Nocturnal breeds like children and unfulfilled dreamers
don’t listen to such a world that limits
the arena of time.
Soul is embodied in these creatures,
creatures of ebony and ivory,
platinum, gold, jade, silver, and sometimes just rock.
The minerals of the city confine the nonbelievers,
but even spiderwebs are stronger than diamonds.
Here’s to the children and the unfulfilled dreamers,
the darers of time and the limiters of economy.
Damn to those who swim in the lake
then forget that a bird is just as sane as he.
Not all teeth are quite as pearly as those who take time
to pull string between each delicate thing in life.
Strings of violins and taffy.
The bathing suits are dripping and soon time will
tell them they are dried up.
But if a moment lasts forever, we are forever
damp with the laughter of a child
and the swollen legs of a freedman.
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder,
as beauty is only a tenant of time.
Pretend just for a night that the moon can possibly shine
through the cracks of cobblestone streets
and that the past is forever dancing on our walkways.
The future is an open door that has been unlocked
with the fact that forever is in our irises
and that moonlight is eternal.