With every shuttering blink
my eyes adjust to approaching darkness.
It creeps in unannounced,
a strange visitor intruding.
I try to savor the fading light.
It flees in frantic motions.
I want to hold daylight in my pocket,
but Night consumes with childish fury.
Led by the moon, a destructive knight
known only by its stolen shine.
So cold, so isolated, caged deep in black atmosphere,
a frozen crater with footprints on its face.
No wonder resentment rides in its wake.
I understand the fear of dark,
but how could I explain the fierce beauty
framed in a reflected glow?