My friend tells me
moonlight collects in
pools each night
yet in the morning
I find only
water •
Tag: night
Background traffic
rushes constant
indistinctly
witching hour holds
its secrets, close to the chest
as pocket aces
on a table, full
to the brim with suckers
night yellowed
sodium lights splash
upon pavement
parked cars of black,
or blue, perhaps green
thank god the police
aren’t asking for a description
soon the cliche will come
that it is darkest before dawn
despite that being
demonstrably untrue,
a diplomatic term for
bullshit.
Clock hands swing forward
matching tempo with curtains
circling aimlessly,
caught in a dance
as midnight breeze rolls through
walls, alabastrine
unblemished
it is only a matter
of time before
color or decay paints
a picture
I skip across the night
on moonlit lily pads
the copse of willow trees
lithe, and twisting
urging forth each step
beyond this path
lies all else, ethereal
ten thousand moaning
terrors, which upon the dawn
dissolve, awaiting their own
inevitable return.
Photo by Andrew Mackay.
Mystique breeds in dark spaces
as light wanes, fades, dims, and disappears
the river obeys no
noise ordinance
its rushing gains majesty
performing with a symphony of crickets
as the backing band.
