Night Moves

When the harsh, accusing blaze of day fades

And the soft, gentle shadows of night grow

Into the inky sea the rapt mind wades

And in it, basks in inspiration’s glow

Too bright and clinical is light of day

It leaves one vulnerable, flash blinded

To Nyx, queen of dark hours, we should pray

To let imagination be heeded

Lamentably loud is day’s hot tumult

The silken silence of night is needed

To incubate a beautiful result

When the fallow soil of mind is seeded

With night’s darkly delicious provender

Of inspiration, Nyx is the mother