Midnight mission

An evening crescendo,
built on a buzz of imported beers
and spent paychecks,
welcomes my spirit.
The kiss of the night air tickles,
as I escape the barkeep
and his tempting treacheries.
The glide in my stride
floats me along my cloud
of easy going bliss,
like a bee in the breeze.
While the twilight flowers before me,
fellow conspirators zigzag
in and out of my existence,
whooping and whistling
war cries and lullabies.

I flex my feet, enhancing my advance

towards the night lights,

engulfed by fireflies and the bitey-bites.

Beckoning park swings

attempt to ensnare me unsuccessfully,

as I stroll beyond their playful clutches

towards my midnight mission.

Hills come at me like ocean waves

rolling in one by one,

which I conquer mechanically.

Pausing just ten steps from my door,

I blow a kiss to the moon,

give a nod to the stars,

thanking them for showing me

just how insignificant

my earthly problems really are.

Best friend bed welcomes me

with a warm embrace

of comfort and cozy,

delivering me lovingly

into a sea of dreamy realities.