Life on the Sidelines
The night was “creamy”…
You know how it is,
When twilight meets the darkness
Under a raging and full harvest moon
When warm summer evenings get forgotten
In the haste to prepare for the approaching dead season
Yes…the night was creamy,
Like it had reached its dew point.
Coming down main street
The smiling moon led my way
A fiery glow through a desperate mist
Dancing among the overhanging boughs of maples
Just ready to admit defeat
Giving up their green for the colors of the season.
Through picture windows, tales unfold
And as I stroll, I can’t help but lose myself
In the lives I imagine they live.
How I would simply love to curl up
In the dreams of another.
After so many years of reaching for my own,
It would be nice…
Just to stand on the sidelines of life for awhile.
It would be much easier to record it,
If I didn’t have to get so caught up in the living.