I used to wear the night as armor
with a pride and a dignity on my skin that hid
layers and layers of dried flowers.
I made the quietness of it, my name card.
The night in return
poured a stability I never found
in myself.
Out of night, when the dawn came
I would feel something being stolen away, constancy
as the life rose, the noises rose with it too.
The sun or the dawn was never a friend of mine, until
I met you. then you. and
I forgot the dullness of the night…
