Nights on Spice Island #1.2
Updated: Sep 11
Night, thief of light,
I call you friend.
Co-conspirator, dark -
I bid you, take flight on your skin wings
and give the garish sun chase.
Splash his cheeks ochre and
soothe him in the cellar with drink -
that your billion-fold Star-hearted children
might slink from the shadows,
might rise from the glass shining darkly
might creep into the cradles of my eyes.
And we, merry, all, shall find peace.