The Night - A Poem

 

THE NIGHT

The night is day turned inside out,

Upside down. All things clear come

Muddy and brown,

Black and gray.

Thoughts take flight

Make horrors and pleasures

Too harsh for the day.

Light smothers still

Stars feel for life,

Animals crouch and whisper

Or cry at the moon,

"Sun, be here soon."

No one is safe at night.

Intruders enter with easy grace

To defile, to rob, to penetrate

To choke the spark from the throat at rest.

The night was comfort,

But now, it is Death.