Die Macht der Nacht


Darkness drapes

the window to my studio

All navy and black, thick as ink

And just as opaque. 

I reach up to touch it and

My finger, so winter white,

makes a sharp contrast

Against the glass that prevents

My hand from falling into

the abyss of night.

The urge to join that unknown space,

To dive into that satiny darkness

Takes over my body and I make my

Way to the door. 

My hand on the knob,

I take a deep breath.

The door opens and I step out

And become the night. 



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