Ode to Night

Oh colored picture night,

How I miss you more tonight!

Awaiting your luminescent lights,

As they prance around in the drafty night.

 

The lilacs parade the discarded eve

And the river ripples the tarnished thieves,

The ire-ness prolongs and the hour heaves,

Oh can it be the hour has ceased!

 

Beacon my heart and I shall give you love,

Charmed by a fairy’s lyre of trust from above,

And we shall salvage more than we need,

For beauty remains and my heart must feed.

 

So place the eve before clear’d frames,

And we shall paint a canvas that speaks,

We shall not stain it with fame,

But beauty that remains loyal with streaks:

Of undiluted paint!

 

And my life will be besieged and intrigued,

With darkling hours of my winded desires,

Of longings dismayed of the cycles misplayed,

With winds growing faint, and my vision impaired,

         I say bye to the earthly desires

         As the night who has stolen my fire.