spirit of the night

swathes of black crisscross across this sky..

pinpricks of white flame peer through oddly almost as they didn't belong.

the edges mellow into warm fuzzy yellow neon..

the city will not permit me to enjoy this vista in its glory of darkness.

hands buried in the pockets of a down-jacket..

my eyes roam, scanning the skyline above, seeking the power of this night.

someone i know loves this deep darkness..

drawing lifeblood from nothingness to hold a sword over its head in control.

someone walks dark, wet, quiet streets..

pulling back random thoughts by their kite-tails, colorful ribbons in tow.

someone gazes at the sallow, full moon..

dreaming how this beacon of night draws together like-minded free spirits.

the floorboards creak as i gently rock..

puffs of night's chilled wind bear manna gifts of delicately frozen crystals.

the crick in my neck fades away in time..

the white dots line up to spell feelings that no spoken word can name.

you are what i want to you to be for me..

this mere black putty that i can shape and create the life i want out of it.

in a forest of time fire meets darkness..

neither fire removes all darkness nor darkness can swallow the fire's vigor.