Nighttime, My time

the sky and her phases

The sky has several phases

Before she is engulfed in darkness

A holy light creating patterns from the curtains

to my skin 

An artist spreads their brush across the sky

She has turned to a delicate tone of a peach 

A lilac blooms in her sky 

Sometimes she may turn grey

Your mother asks you to bring the washing in 

Slowly, surely 

the lilac dies releasing darkness into her sky 

Alien blue 

Down here, it darkens

I see her remnants on the treetops

Lilith's shadow creatures awaken  

Feet stumble, panic rises

Focus on the shapes of the cattle

A sleeping horse

An odd croak to keep one's eyes alert 

The birds return home

I observe from afar 

the families sitting at the dinner table through the windows   

My breath becomes the only sound 

Pale skin to guide through her darkness 

I expect to find loneliness

I find her standing above me, beside me

Showing her darkness 

I greet her in the morning light