The beauty of the night is about creating a heightened image
of what there is to be seen and experienced after the sun goes down.
The
beauty of the night
I have often written about the
beauty of the night,
of the loving way the moon
shines across her velvet
skies or how the stars gambol
round like little kids
until their black mother holds
them down,
this one a dress, this one a
shirt, she dresses the stars
in dreams, in our dreams that
spin like spider webs
that join our hums and often
mumbled words across
the distance of our homes and
sometimes we dream
together, dreams of oceans and
birds we pass in
flight.
I have often written about the
beauty of the
night and found in the hem of
her reverie a quiet
moment to lay my pen right by
my side and pass
my eyes across her perfect
form.
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