Sept. 10

the richness of the moon
falls
far from these
stubborn. stars
centered around my once sought
wishes of five
years old.
silent we walk back in
words seem to fail both of
our mouths

soaking in
the general attitude of the room
back in the corner we sit
subtly taking in what the front
tables have to offer

one table seems adequate
but the light at the front seems to offer
much more insight than here
the glare off stage seems to advert you eyes
but from where i sit
i can't tell
anymore.