The Truth of the Night

(poems go here) The inching cloud of darkness crept across the sky like impending waves The landscape was as still and perfect as protected museum artifacts that such a night craves Uneasiness and curiosity slowly turned into fears As the realization itself formed as tears Silence cut through air like a sharp knife as no words were left to say A soft glow draws in like a seductive snake withering towards its prey Entering into an unchartered place one might not discover Alas the churning movements in the skies resemble a scorned lover Drawing closer and closer to the mystery within To have ignored the light would be a sin The slight breeze makes the curtain’s shadow dance But ends with a sharp glance As the silence ends with the shattering of glass And a hovering mass The dimness of the light reveals such a sight— The vulnerable truth of the night