Your Audience

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,

I exist.

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

properly.

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

same scene.

The tide is pulled back

away from you

towards me

and your exposed toes dry

all too quickly.