Absurdities of the night

I was awake tomorrow;
There was only a moon left
As the usual suspect.
A pale, calm footprint of life
Dwarfed by the hammer of time,
Yet, shining of its own might;
I was awake, mildly, in the long night.

I looked around to find familiar stars,
And even a few new constellations;
As I glided through the emptiness
I figured where transients reside.

Would you live in such a bubble with me?
Abstracts and absurdities; notations, fecundity
Where the night isn't how you imagined it to be
And the day, just another forgotten entity.

Does any of this make sense to you?
Or do these, like chocolate, evaporate
Similar to stories on your lover's tongue
As closed eyes never really see the one,
You are hiding from existence tonight.

Oh wait, I just returned from tomorrow
You know, for a transient ...
To feed the ancients, some fossil-rights.