cravings

i can't see the moon
hiding behind thick puffs of clouds
the mystery deepens with every
spiral of smoke
from my cigar
it was here, right where you are,
just a few minutes ago, i say
and now it is gone
even though the
aura of its presence
can still be seen
through its bright silhouette

why do some
crave moonlight, moon,
stars, nights and cool breezes
so much more than others?

why do some
are ready to die
just to stand on tip toes
high up in mountains while clouds
drift past their feet?
while many drift on
sandy shores just to hear that
overbearing sound of waves
frantically lapping their fiery
insatiable tongues
to lick the souls of beach bums...