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.