Late at night, I like to live.
This bleary-eyed speech-
Slurred moment releases me.

To walk in the dark and feel
Anonymous, my face wearing
The wind like a mask.

I think about us and the things
We talk about, and what we mean
When we talk about those things.

I want your hands in my hands
In the car, when we drive out
Someplace to talk alone.

Funny how things become more
Clear in the dark. That’s when
I think, I pray, I dream.

I think about the words you say
And how your face looks when
We make eye contact.

I pray about the words I say
And for you, me and us.
I’m pretty sure God is listening.

I dream about the words we’ll say
To each other, hopefully, someday.
Thinking only gets you so far.

The moon emancipates my spirit
From the fears and anxieties
That burden it during the day.

Dawn always comes too soon.