The sun is gone
and I am obsessed with the night
always
it seems brighter
clearer
than the day.
What else would there be
for someone
like me
who revels in the beauty of
the night
and the glow of the moon?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
The sun is gone
and I am obsessed with the night
always
it seems brighter
clearer
than the day.
What else would there be
for someone
like me
who revels in the beauty of
the night
and the glow of the moon?