Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Night

The last night poem for a while... about the Night! This one doesn't rhyme and is short. The image is a spliced time lapse image of day to night in New York.

As the light drifts off to sleep,
She creeps into the sky.
Spreads Her darkness.
Raises Her precious moon.
Sets free Her diamond stars.
Everything falls asleep,
Except Her creatures.
She is everywhere, anywhere,
Yet nowhere to be seen.
Hides behind the horizon.
As He chases her away
With His Sun.

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