The Deep of Night

 

An inky sky studded with

an array of celestial lights

envelops the town below

where most slumber

in worlds of dreams

and fantasies

A high street empty

almost desolate

with a solitary line

of lamps which glimmer

as if moved by some

silent  pulsating rhythym

A cat scurries across

the street as a distant

door is slammed

The scene one of soporific

stillness bathed in 

inactivity, petulant

for the dawn, the 

emergence of a few

who wake to the pending

light of another day

Night is a time of inertia

when other unseen beings

come to play in ways

quite unimagined

Sleep is a veneer behind

which the people of the 

light fall prey to the

forces of darkness

sinister and provocative

Its power is 

soon reliquinished 

as that golden orb

appears to transform all

When the depth of night

surrenders to a glorious day