The Night

Feel the night, black as coal;
and soft as velvet, beneath your fingertips.
The sun has set, Leaving us with memories,
of a neon sunset that shocked the sky
with color!
A cloud waves by,
like a magician's hand;
to reveal,
the pearl of the night sky.
Pastel colors,
beneath a diamond studded sky;
trade places
with creeping shadows.
Cries,
cut through the cool crisp air;
and excite the dark,
with wild imaginings.

by Dennis A. Burke

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