evening

Who knows the night like I do?
The curve of the moon,
Each soft star?
Who feels the black velvet
Blanket of the passing of the sun?
Who welcomes the darkness coming
After the day is passed and done?
Oh the snowy wind
I’ve met it well
Since for snow my tears the night employs
And frozen there beneath the layers
I oft’ have occasion to forget
The pain of many a lost joy.
Too many years I’ve felt this
Long through darkness
I have run
Searching like a banshee howling
For a long lost life
A love
The sun.
Each memory rides my heart
Unwanted
While every thought passes
But turns back again.
Crystal daggers
They toil debating
How to find a way back in.
Tell me who knows the night like I do?
And who does the night know?
Have you slept for long years yearning
For the longing to finally go?
Darkness knows my secrets
I share them as the sky moves
Tuck them away
Hidden from tomorrow
Only the evening knows my truths.
So who knows the night like I do?
Only those who’ve said goodbye
Ones who can’t undo their sorrow
With wings too laden down to fly
And who does the night know?
Well she knows me well
I do suppose
And the night
Does she know you too?
As you sit and gaze
Back down the road?
Does she cradle you in her arms
Kind one eve and cruel the next?
Do you shake your fist in desperation
Trying to release her icy grip?
Does she promise better days
Only to return again
To collect your end of the bargain
A debt well paid but demanded again?
And again.
Does she know herself
This mistress
A sparkling diamond
Drinker of blood?
Does she find joy in her bounty
Staying young by stealing hours?
Encouraging weeping over
Unforgotten love?
Is it too late to embrace the morning?
Has it been too long away?
Will she hide in the shadows lurking
Tainting moments of the day?
Who does the night know?
And who knows the night?
She knows me
Knows me well
She too shares her secrets in the late late hours
But I have heard to much to tell.