Silver Moon

Harlem nights, mid 50's, late 60's
Suited up, nowadays looking thrifty
Late night grimace from those looking shifty
Wondering to myself if the misses might miss me
Took some time to reflect, sometimes I'm iffy
About where her whereabouts might be
My conscious is like the movie by Spike Lee
Took the midnight train headed nowhere
Out the window staring at the skies, glow weird
It seemed to have no craters, a silver globe
Like the ball in Epcot on a night so cold
The temperature made a mans face bold
And make him contemplate on days so old
Sad memories appear and then vanish
So in a way it seemed to be a disadvantage
But the pain actually made him stronger
The darkness just lingered on way longer
Than what was truly expected
The moon fully rose resurrected
Above the city and all it's inhabitants
And on the rivers, a sad empress
Waits alone at home like Macaulay
Blessed with patience from He who is holy
The whole time she was supposed to be out and about
In the park he let his frustrations out
No doubt he was upset at the past dealings
He needed to free himself, no beings
This was the chance of a sign of compassion
So when he got home something happened
On the balcony there bestowed his bliss
A Goddess, moon outlined, with a kiss