Moonlight 14

I spend my night

in syncopated sighs

rhythmically tied

to piano sonata no. 14

on repeat

Beethoven too

knew something of longing

the ebb and flow

of notes

echo

the pushing and pulling

of life

like riding a horse

who will not respond

to your reigns

or a boat

adrift at sea

with no hope

of rescue

in the dark of those nights

one looks to the moon

and her glorious light

for comfort

but finds only

the intangibility

of wistful beams

as she merely reflects

but does not ever

truly

give