Circadian Nostalgia

Kissing the stars speckled on a blackened sheet

Clouds slip off the tongue

A wispy midnight smoke rises

The day’s words fade away.

With memories resting on a muddled synapse

As for the dreams tonight, they’ll be forgotten at morning’s wake

Purple dusk, then orange en route to blue again,

by day’s break

Brush the pearly whites, and

Rinse away the night’s sourness

For you cannot fully taste the morning’s glory

Without a palate that’s cleared

There will be days

Where temptation lurks

Urging a pause to these morning ablutions

Save the morsels stuck between the teeth

Only then do the smiles flash red

As the sun’s phoenix flare dims

The stars pucker up, waiting for a kiss that never arrives

The bite of a narcoleptic zombie rots at your side

And only in dreams or so it seems

That fragments, of good days past, revisit

Woeful are the scraps of the day

Living off the memories of what’s stuck between the teeth

The true taste, long forgotten

The sunset’s on a grayscale gradient

Pink only in a gummy smile

Your ribs, and the moon

Protruding, wading into a blackened nothingness

As the night’s grace wears thin

Minutes braid together

Until the tapestry that’s the day starts it burn

And the stars fall from the sky

Petals that herald the dawn