Melatonin sets in

Like doves returning to nest

God sets them in motion

Circadian migration to circular paths

Not a musical but a solar dance

Blue orange black pink blue orange black

The moon and the sun choreograph

But why must we give the dark so many hours of ours?

Once I properly encounter Him I’ll ask

Why the rhythm of rest isn’t given the chance

To rest on an open eyed note through the night, once or twice

Without submitting eyes to substantial sacrifice

n.a.

II

I’m sure much has been said

for the damage one can do

or how lack of space can suffocate

your soul in a crowded room

quantity of company won’t limit

when loneliness ensues

but it seems it’s edge is more intensely

sharpened when there are two

n.a.

Let’s sit on the balcony in the dark and drink rain until the moon sets and the sky comes back again

n.a.