How late have I been waking lately; there

How late have I been waking lately; there
Is that resplendent sunlight gone; so soon
It's spent before long, leaving me the Moon
To sing oblations with in shaking air.
Awaiting something? Taking heart from where?
The bending hours of lunar song attuned
To tender fears of something wrong that's hewn
In slates of time's delineating shares.

With idleness beside assurances
Deciding where I work's irrelevant,
Despairing then to care for anything,
Abiding all these tried endurances
Belied with shared ennui so evident
That erring in comparing must I sing.