The Poet Of Darks

I never sleep,

I am a night thinker,

A night emotional-type writer.

I welcome the night to sink into my soul,

I wonder how the night will be lost in the darkness of my soul,

Where no stars shine,

Where there is no morrow for the late winter's moon night,

Where the moon amidst smoke and dust

Is a forever prisoner of the clouds.

I wonder how the dark will feel in the darkest.

I am a night lover,

The poet of darks,

Where stars never shine

And the moon is not a lover.