Nocturne

Nocturne When the evening dawns before the morning star has settled and telescopes are bent on insight mirroring the dark side of the moon where scorched lenses dangle from molten lightning’s focus clear in dusk of stars behind the prisms of reflection condensed into sleep’s night The time-place has arrived to shed the tombs of inner refuge’s prison to harvest deluge from inundated waters and lure the sun enchant the story of narration in poetry and view the light where it belongs