BY STEVE VISTEEN

The Night
Always invades
The serene light of day
Bringing with it a trail of stars
Which burn.

The Night
Like a black snake
Slides across the skyscape
Devouring bits of the sky
Which scream.

The Night
Like a blanket
Covers the sleeping sun
Choking beams of light from the sky
Which die.

The Night
Never destroys
The crimson light of day.
It only brings the light
Today.