quench

after two cups of coffee
and how many drinks,
the lingering headache
slowly begins to dull.
i swallow the bitterness
with each glass poured
and long to quench my thirst
for meaning.
i gaze into the sky,
the moon stares back in
its fullness
and i wish to glimpse
the sunrise.
but the tinted glass
is like a veil separating me
from the dawning of the day
and all its beauty
lies out of reach.
i dream of dancing
to the beat of the drums
to the song that beckons to my soul.
the swirling music,
a rushing river
then silence.