Born On A Dark Night

Born on a wild night
Wicked and black
I appear in your mirror
Just as you turn your back.

Eyes that transfix
As you cry burning tears
Staring too long
Reveals deepest held fears.

The shadow that passes
The sound in the night
The breath on your pillow
To cause nightmares in flight.

From what darkened hollow
Does this creature appear
When the moon is in waning
And the sky pure and clear.

What horror awaits
When you’re left all alone
And the king of your terror
Appears on his throne.

So sleep with a light on
And fear the dark night
For I will be watching
Until dawns saving light.

Portrait

I paint with oils
On canvas blank
Your form and face
Remembered.
And through the night
While candle burns
Your image is
Dismembered.

With swirl of brush
And splattered paint
Each stroke you’re more
Forgiven.
And as your image
So arrives
Your wickedness
Is given.

As picture forms
And colors glow
Your beauty seen
So clearly.
This frozen point
Of coloured time
Shows why you love
Severely.

This work of art
That flows from me
So ready to be
Captured.
Reveals to all
That gazes here
Why I am so
Enraptured.

Through The Night

It’s been a while, but here’s another new one, written and published as it formed this morning. Hope you like it.

In a small quiet room
Where my sleep so evades,
The moonlight reveals
Dusty shadows and shades.

We talk about darkness
And what might well be,
As you draw the night sky
On the window for me.

Though my body craves rest
And a dreamingless state,
Your voice keeps my calm
Through the hours so late.

Worlds so imagined
And conjured by you,
Opens my mind
To a universe new.

And as the horizon
Shows dawn in her light,
With you here my love
I can get through the night.