The World at Night

The world at night

the rumble of a car away

far, in the distance

the darkness reflecting off the odd

lighting of a television set

suffused

blue pink green white

faces flashing in place, alone on the couch

The world at night

pillows protecting knees

from a mug balanced precariously between

uncertain fingers

eyes slipping shut between commercials

a break to embrace a fuller, deeper dark

a respite nestled behind eyelids

The world at night

a love for the moon

a fascination, obsession with stars that fade

the closer you are to home, to the hustle

of real life

the unfulfilled desire to become water when it looks like

magic

blue gray silver black

ink set into the grooves carved in earth

The world at night

peace and quiet, hidden in the dark

the time for sleep, a better time

to be alone without lonliness

to enjoy without selfishness

The world at night

the world of day washed with

black gray blue white

that paint a different horizon

once the sun slips behind it

softer, darker, sweeter, larger

The world at night

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