the Days that are the Nights

I have seen the days that are the nights,

So bare and dry and stealthy,

Grabbing at the times before

When the open closes up;

Glare of lonely

Eyes on afternoons watch out

Before I come to catch.

I follow the dark out of the corners

Asphalt black clouds

Extending away from the heart

Veins of smoke and

Poison powder drop

As the door slams and light runs away.

I wish I could run with light

Leaving lonely place and time,

Holding on to letting go

Visiting where the blue runs free

Seeing the world in

Its glorious days of clarity.

I know my job must be done

Though effortless it is not

The night is my waitress,

the shadows my kitchen, and

The chef I become.

In the dark of day with sun

Burning like fires in memory

I walk and talk and despair

I whisper into broken hearts

I break them twice in two

I chase away good dreams and

Let my own loose to pursue

Tired eyes not my own

shaken awake no more asleep

In minds of cornered shock.

I have seen the nights that are the days

So full and clear and free,

In which I wish I could join

And give what is not given

Glare of wondering

Easy breezes on afternoons

Where I will not catch.