An iridescent silver light
lines the clouds floating
through vast ebony night.
A conjuration of awe and
glamour, the glow it casts,
sprawls on the vespertine
garden where a myriad
wonders beheld:

crystalline flowers blossom,
marble statues breathe,
insects rhapsodize dreamily.
The lust of man replaced,
the hunger denied,
hidden.
The gifts that come
before the eyes
of the twilight dwellers.

 

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“The Gift of Night” is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.