Splitting Midnight

Sometimes patience can be hard, especially when you feel adrift, at the mercy of the wind, of the tide. Beaten by the sun, wandering under stars and constellations you aren't familiar with, or feeling far from the one you love. But never fear, have faith and remain patient, and you just might find where you belong.

Waiting for Midnight

Slumbering in shallow seas

Asleep without your touch

Underneath such foreign stars

I'm lost without your love

A sullen moon rules over me

A melancholy mood

To turn and run

But it is never far I flee

I listen close to hear your voice

Waiting for the tide to rise

To carry me back to your grace

And wake that ancient fire

Wandering without your guidance

Toward other distant shores

I'm reminded of the way you move

Of the waves that lift me up

Summoning the strength to forget

Siphon off the depth of this abyss

Transforming tar and deep regret

Into fuel to make a brand new man

Belonging is so alien

But it's here that I will burn

Beneath a brightly neon sun

And your atomic bloom

Swallowed but wholly alive

At this unholy altitude

Your love is all that gets me high

I no longer have to move

Shoving off to safer harbors

Just basking in the glow

Worshiping the favored gods

That bring me close to you

A supplicant on bended knee

A mouth hungering to pray

A pilgrim to this sacred place

And longing just to stay

Awaiting that hallowed division

Shaking and sublimely alive

Midnight rises gleefully

And splits the crescent moon