I know you night people
don’t wait for moonlight
the sun and moon
don’t do much for you
you seem drawn from gloomy place
to gloomy place
compelled by some force
in the blackness
still asleep
long after dawn
you prefer to awaken
work celebrate create
talk or whatever you do
inside the giant shadow of night
puzzlingly too simple
perhaps you use the dark
to look for something else
like those that avoid streetlights
to see one particular constellation
maybe for you it’s easier
to walk blind to sense
what glows through the gauze
then lift the veil
to be blinded again
you could like me
be searching for a brilliance
you’ve glimpsed inside you
a thousand times more passionate
than the sun’s lips on the moon