Tides of the moon

Sometimes I just want to write to you and tell you about how I'm lost in all the mundane details that are blinding me from all light. Lines from books, the way the sky darkens, All that's musical, all that cuts me. The days seem longer now but in reality they're shortening with the chill I feel in the air. I wake up without you and wonder if you also feel the cold rising. I dreamt we were lost in a desert with the sand stinging our eyes and our mouths breathing out fire. We were searching for scorpions among the sand dunes convinced they held magic in their poison. Drunk on our delusions and mirages that spun around in our heads like a carnival ride that would not stop. These were our happiest moments dancing with dreams and fleeing from reality. We felt so radiant it was like we had drunk the moon and would glow for an eternity.