Darkness has descended far too early for
Day is still a teenage rebel, ready to take on
All the world; yet Night has come,
Creeping like a panther through the shadows.

Day may mouth her protests loud and thunderous
But Night is stubbornly serene. Night mines
The gold from seams which never use
Their abundance of Obscurity. Blackness shines

Its own light now. My eyes constrict and widen;
My senses sharpen. Images appear unbidden
On my ears, my skin, my nostrils, inside my being,
Until Day retreats and under total Darkness nothing remains hidden.