…its’ endless portraits of beauty

The darkness of the night, is a ravenous predator
it feasts upon every single sliver of the light
and every shadow, that shifts in the wind
unwillingly betrays a shaft of moonlight
as does every cloud, that blithely drifts away
revealing the vulnerable stars, at play in the sky
every aching ocean that softly reflects
the vast endless beauty above
and every lake, mirror-still, that paints itself
in all the various hues of the light
every alabaster flower, that flaunts its fragile glow
in the endless hours of darkness
every one of them, are complicit in the game
this endless game, that darkness plays with the light
their endless dance of shadows and flames
by stealing the thunder of the light
the darkness creates its’ endless portraits of beauty
that are almost 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