Oil Rig

Night descends
Pressing forward like a dark blanket
Sneaking up on the shadows
Making them its own
Soon it is here
Light gone, never to return
Until dawn
Which cannot come soon enough
Hanging high in the sky
Dangling for dear life
I wonder why there are so many stars
And what it all means
Dawn cannot come soon enough for me
Dangling on the metal,
Dancing among the tops of clouds
The clowns are pressing against me now
As the white caps of waves press against a shore
All I can do is dangle and hope
Hope that soon this oppressive night turns
And day faces the horizon.