nights

there is no one to see
long summer nights
balancing themselves
on moonbeams
in the quaint backdrop
of midnight canine howls.
behind drawn curtains
and closed doors, you sleep
in soaking oblivion.
acclimatized to mad mornings
and the perfect chaos
of overzealous days
nights can mean nothing else.
so while you negotiate
the slippery terrain of day residue
the spectacle of a summer night
whips up a delectable serving
of what dreams may come.
Ah. but you will never know.