as he considers the bevy
of bedrooms into which
his eyes become hitched.
His midnight glances
see all your romances,
all your quiet indiscretions,
and your lapses in depression.
Though he's aged with grace,
there are wrinkles on his face
and he envies the little lives he views.
Their elegant movements are his muse.
A voyeur satellite,
you only know at night,
but he cannot turn away,
not even for a day
and he isn't getting any younger.
So he hovers and he hungers
for a hand to caress,
or a love to profess
or for lips to kiss
or a sweetheart to miss.
The little lives below
do not even know
how lucky they are
when viewed from afar.
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"The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight, and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning's trash. There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth." Saves the Day All I'm Losing is Me
"This is the window where I watched the future start. My pupils dilated. The shock sped up my arms. I shut my ambushed eyes
and turned my face towards the heat." Kevin Devine All of Everything, Erased
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