sighs, lingering

under the starlight, i pale
in insignificance, black of void
swirling hoarse opinions into wind- 
blown jests. the playground weeps
its lonely state, like children grown &
forgotten the tugs of solitude. over
this window, days convinced the nights
to dab the color of age over the skin
of earth. under no starlight, i seek
rebirth: arms, outstretched; whisper, evaporating,
enticing moon its cold stage, before
the lightening
shades of morning.