Wide-awake Night, Fall-asleep Day

It’s a wide-awake night,
in a dark that’s blacker than coffee.
Obscurity lures me
to search for a light from within;
like the pre-Christmas thrill
of buying you gifts,
all the pains and the joys
and the fun and what-ifs.
as I’d hesitate, worrying
something might bore you,
I’d buy more excitement
than I could afford to,
trying to avoid any flaws
like a puppy that offers both paws.
It’s a wide-awake night,
In a dark that’s blacker than coffee.

It’s a fall-asleep day,
in a spotlight that’s hotter than hell.
My delirium threatens
to show my boss that I’ve failed;
like my pre-meeting nervousness,
panics and tics,
all my training and ploys,
and agendas to fix,
as I stammer, not-knowingly,
something explodes,
so I buy some more time,
but no time is owed,
and all I want is you...
in a world that has turned black and blue.
It’s a fall-asleep day,
In a spotlight that’s hotter than hell.