Night

"I want to wake to the sounds of rain;
Of it dancing on the glass; 
Then like honey running 
down the windowpane.
It settles in me some noise;
Some yearning for closed skies
and darker nights; For the silence
of god; To be seen only in her
eyes. 

But the day still breaks: 
searing  its likeness into
the sky; Crisp blue fire; 
Blinding; Sterilising my 
inspirations; Words become
ash in my mouth; The terrible
action of creation withers
and dies in daylight.

But as night blankets us again
in all its predatory beauty;
I would take a knife to the stars;
and carve her name upon
the heavens; so all may know
why the night belongs
to her."