Night Light

Silver linings,

Cold, blue days

Simple things

Amidst the greys.

Tiny ripples

Throwing light

In chaos triples

Waves turn white.

But all storms clear

The tide returns

A horizon is near

The new sun burns.

I was distracted by that light,

A place I’d painted quite serene

I was creature of the night

The sun’s a place I’d never been.

I’d not stopped swimming

Towards its glow

My eyes brimming

With the need to know.

I’d chased the sun

To steal its heat

But the light night spun

Could not be beat.

The moonrise is a subtle thing

It gentles is presence to naught

Like a small bird too shy to sing

Or a butterfly scared to be caught.

In one we burn

It's harsh to taste

Yet we yearn

To be encased.

I’ll choose night

When the waves are cold

And with each bite

I’ll feel teeth of old.