The night is my worst enemy,
with its shadows of mystery
trying to get me.
The darkness knows all that I am,
seeing me strong and weak,
always in constant watch
tempting me
with that wicked energy.
The night is the only way to the sun.
Yet hides the way
for patience sake,
nothing more could be done.
Waiting to wait.
Anticipating
the suns rays,
hoping light
will show a new way
away from this dark retreat.
The night and me
have nothing but contempt.
We know each other’s moves,
yet we never go further
than distant associates.
A head nod is all that’s exchanged,
as night hints it’s time
for you to get out the way.
The night stills the world.
To rest.
To become new.
The night moves suns shadows and focus
causing me to lose focus.
The night
The tranquility of the unseen,
nothing is visible in its serene.
Sy Bryant 