The prompt of "nighttime" from Poet's United brings me to create the following:
Somewhere between the neon lights
of your dreams of success
and the cold expanse of time,
If I seem to blend in
with the moon and the stars
it is only because
I'm too far away to come into focus
The florescent bulbs hum your name
and the waves lap at your toes.
I applaud from my spot in the sky,
one among millions
eager for your show.
We don't even recognize
that the landscape trips us all up,
tricking me into thinking
that we are all part of the
The tide is pulled back
away from you
and your exposed toes dry
all too quickly.