Nocturne Under Seige!

She blasts me with her one eye wide, silver, all knowing.
Beckons me to howl, prowl, create, seize things!
She sings on a strange film of illumination...come play.
Come dance, let your eyes adjust.
And mine do, like a cat.
Her gaze casts shadows on the sleepy mountains,
dry and purple and quiet.
It roams cool and blue like the electric fields.
I commune with her, flowing tresses of milky way,
Lustrous mane of indigo and frosty midnight air.
Today in four hours I need to wake,
to work,
to slay my queen and bend to the daybreak on one knee.
I wonder will she be my Juliet, awakened when I poison myself to be with her?
Caution thrown wideon a monday morning, champagne downed with regretful glee,
Will she ever stop calling my name when the clock strikes nocturne...
nocturne.....nocturne.
So my last night before the discipline comes,
My last night before the pain of morning shakes me,
My last night before I solemnly resign to the day.