The Gift of Night

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.

 

 

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

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