The night
does not want
to surrender itself
to the day.
It lingers,
trapped in forgotten spaces,
soaking heavily
into old, familiar words.
The night
does not want
to move itself away
to let the sun take over here.
It waits, a distant memory
till you’ve forgotten
where it hides,
to jump out and greet you
too early and too late.
The night
enchants me
in the thick cover of darkness
where dreams are magic
and words tumble and fall
softly rolling like marbles
away under the sofa and countertop.
The night
embraces me
wraps me up in a quilt of sorrow
like the strong arms
of a lover you will lose
when the sun peeks through
and the world falls back in
with harsh, harsh light.
The night
makes light bend
when it shone in my eyes
you saw every speck
of every question
asking, begging, searching.
I counted the bricks
of the stone building’s facade
waiting for you to love me.
The night
can seem eternal
when you’re waiting for it to leave
palms becoming eyes
when you’re searching so hard
to see.
The night
must always surrender
because it cannot stay.
It pauses gently leaving
with a kiss goodbye to say
“I’ll see you soon,
don’t you dare forget me”
but shadows cannot creep
where light won’t let them get me.
The daybreak always saves me
from the clutch of night’s sensation
I kiss the sun for warming
all the cold, forgotten spaces.
Too Far From the Sun 