Coming of Night
No one ever looks for the coming of night.
We remain too absorbed in positivity.
Not until it is too late for flight,
When the darkness is upon us, we finally see.
I should begin to wonder where all that light went,
But I find I am still amongst a silver sky.
The rain begins to fall and I am spent,
No word to explain how hard I cry.
Forced to watch the ground from where I fell -
Tears streaming as I descend from light,
With this final kiss I bid you, "Farewell."
As I disappear into the dark, "Goodnight."
Copyright © Devin Croteau | Year Posted 2025
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