Under The Moonlit Pier

Usually there are times when I suspiciously wonder around town living my double life as a secret explorer and adventurer through time. Around last night, I was journeying around the pier and I decided that it would be a good time to write a poem because my favorite thing to do in the world is to write poems under the moonlight. This poem reflects my own life and perhaps others with things we do in the nighttime. I hope you enjoy this epic.
- Jon-o



I walk here in this far off distant land.
Wondering when this chapter will soon end.
Off into the ocean I look and stand.
This pier, my life, these waves... is it pretend?
I'm given the pen, but I cannot write.
He answers my prayers, though I do not see.
I'm given the chance, but I run in fright.
Don't believe she's out there waiting for me.
My purpose, my goals, all do not make sense.
Love. This nonexistence makes my heart dense.

The moon shines down rays under the midnight.
Where fairies play a mid-summer's night dream.
A song is heard amongst the waves' last flight.
Break by break, only one hears their last scream.
Yes... it is I at the end of the pier.
There I think with rain dripping on my head.
Looking off into the distant frontier.
Only her smile brings me from the dead.
A new day is here, I must not forget...
Though now I walk off into the sunset.

My failures,
my nightmares.
This heart has broken a thousand times.
Yet therefore, I somehow survive.

A mysterious kiss,
she gave me.
Tonight, under the moonlit pier.
This second life does not make sense.

The future,
there is hope.
Remain steadfast and have faith.
The blessing of life means there is another day.