Let the Night Go

Let the night stroll, a dying dusk Hunched and sleepless, scuttling Into corners and under the rocks. Let the hooting owls leave Their concert in favor of hallowed holes of solitude. Let them go. Let the sandman’s work be finished And sleep be lifted up on invisible wires Like that fiercely colored stage curtain, the sun. To the neon lights murmuring, to the graveyard shift troubadours, to desires only revealed in darkness, be gone with the night. Let the night go once again, for the day has no place for him or the night.