I peered over my glass
The room was full of you
The moon was high and full
Your eyes were starkly blue.
The coffee in my hands
Was warm like summer night
In crowds of souls my eyes
Are drawn to you like light.
You stand above the crowd
Though not taller nor more strong,
But I, behind my gaze,
Aware I haven't long
Am restless and unsure,
But I will fall, and soon.
Though someone speaks my name
I'm landing on that moon.
Back and forth like tide
Your pull, relentless, here,
Has me in awe and love
And coffee fades my fear.
I'll go to you, and quickly
You beckoned, and I heard
Your eyes called out my name;
You did not say a word.
But here it is nigh morning
And time has clearly won:
I hardly made a memory
And left the room undone.
postscript
I'm a day behind on NaPo. In six years, I have never been a day behind. Huh.