Night Rising

Watching the sun set
Slowly hidden away
The colors flare
A last gasp

An end to light
Which exposes starkly
The imperfections
Of the world

Perhaps not a setting sun
But a night rising
A kinder dark
Of forgiveness

Everything is lovely
Exposed only in
The gentle black
Color of my heart

-megazone, and people wonder why I'm a creature of the night, 6/27/93