For Just a Moment...

 Not just the light of day is sobering...
     In the still of the night,
as the moon lies hovering
    and i am recovering from
my own slings and arrows,
     in the narrow gap between the days
i find a moments peace,
     and whisper your name...

Thus it has ever been;
    the ghost, never sleeping
seeking his heart's desire
    in the fire it inspires
like a man upon the wire
    always looking to be higher
for he never tires of the tingle in his toes
     the fear of losing what he knows
to be what keeps him alive
    one of the few things to drive him
past his sorrow and worries
    and lets dust not settle on his shoulders
in the dream he may still hold her yet...