…its portraits of beauty

The darkness of the night feasts upon every sliver of the light
every shadow that shifts in the wind
betrays a shaft of moonlight
every cloud that drifts away
revealing the stars at play in the sky
every aching ocean that softly reflects the beauty above
every lake, mirror-still paints itself in all the hues of the light
every alabaster flower that flaunts its fragile glow
in the hours of darkness
they are all complicit in the game
this endless game that darkness plays with the light
their dance of shadows and flames
stealing her thunder
the darkness creates its portraits of beauty
too beautiful to be believed, but the light never complains
for her signature is deeply etched within each fleeting frame
and she smiles at the joy of the night
© Ann Bagnall