True at first light

The Evening is the best time for denial
In it we can lie to ourselves
The music plays
The dancers twirl
The fingers curl
Into hair
And stares across tables, and rooms
parking lots and underground platforms
Throughout the day
Swirl into one confusing nebulae
And explode in fireworks
Of stars new hopes and dreams
On the consciousness

Down on earth in the morning
After the stars have fallen
Below the line of the subconscious ocean
Of sleep through the night
The dawn breaks
And understanding dawns on us
That we are not as indestructible
As we had made out
But more fragile things
Yet made of this star dust
We continually come together
Under the same guise as before

Perhaps except rotated at a different angle
To face the sun
And let the shadows of our doubt
Fall on another someone
Forgive the other we had previously accused
Then let our suspicions rest elsewhere
Until they can be denied or confirmed

Or else and this is the hope
To be free from such denials
And falsehoods
But the human mind can only face so much
Can only stand so much truth
And bite off enough reality for it to chew
Over

So that solutions if they come at all
Come as pieces of comets and asteroids
broken up in the atmosphere of
Our worldly concerns
The air we share
To fall like shooting stars
Down to earth