the night

The Night.


My wine glass is full of moonlight, drank it
and I floated dreamily, on a carpet of night air.

Couldn’t resists the moon’s pull, saw my home
bathed in a spectral light, both beautiful and mortal.

Flowers in the garden were deadly pale, olive
trees wore silver capes of unrelieved sorrow

This nocturnal landscape isn’t to my liking, put
me down, red, green and golden are my colours

But I did glimpsed, behind the tall mountain,
night’s ultimate sacrifice, giving birth to dawn