I am jealous of midnight.
The darkness in absolute
gets to kiss the softness of your skin
and devour your scars.
Moonlight fills the cracks
to bring life to your tired eyes.
Glistening with the actions
of the imagination on the screen of your mind.
Silence steals the air between us
engulfing the space entirely.
Making riddles of my words
while they paint the clarity of sunrise.
A short lived night
of the glimpse of an honest moment.
Among the comfort of souls existing
as mirrors of nature and time.