para la noche

it's almost like

the night has a taste all its

own;

like a smooth warm wine

or

melted chocolate

it moves around the corners of your mind-

seeps into the seems, behind the

screens you put up to keep in reason, the

light

of

day

like black gold; the night

turns the colors rich, dark, so vital

vibrant

alive and

content. like a lover who

you know - you know you'll meet them

in the morning, you know they reside -

and see them once every day is done.

the night -

to rest at your side.