Laying down on
the stone porch
thoughts pirouette
The night in ballet
even
with the repellant
of light
artificial
This contrast,
light and dark,
so suggestive
under the moon
Dark
its expanse only
known in the pockets
of stars
that make,
all that is dark,
light
Visible
I write by candlelight,
her fire flickering
so do I
Light
my pencil on fire
I blow it out.
pencil tip burnt, wood black
Invisible
what is not there?