Nighttime Awakens

Let me see what I can find Inside this thing I call my mind You see, When the moon comes out at night My mind, it shines so big, so bright As if, You could reach right out to touch Or even have it in your clutch To study it, pulsating and white ‘Til the end of the too short night. At that, You will look into your hand And see you hold a grain of sand Which you’ll, unthinking, cast away And forget about for one more day. Until, Once more the night unfolds To show again what life it holds.