All I Have

As much as I appreciate

the Loveliness of the Day

it is not nearly

as Extraordinary as the Night.

The Incomparable Beauty,

the secrets that lie within the

Viscous Tar of

Night's Entrapments…

The glare of a streetlight

that almost blinds…

The shadow of a tree

against the foggy windows

of a sleeping house…

The Solitary Star

that mirrors off the lake;

the two are so identical,

you can’t be sure

of which

is the Imitator.

I wish I could show you the Night,

but I cannot find it in charcoal,

or in the glitter of a lamp

against the lake.

All I have,

all I’ve ever had,

are my Words.