the night the night

simple words, the words that the heart speaks
beyond the truth, the falsehood, good evil beauty
little syntax necessary, punctuation none
the idioms of the heart defy all reason
the logic of the logician, the verbosity of poets
are mere refuse.
it is in fact a night within the light
not a color to be labeled nor a hue-
it is in the night that the heart sounds loudest
draws on the canvas, summons all force
the night that sleeps and dreams
desires melting, fires burning
words are soap bubbles chasing the wind.
It isn't the light that burns brightest.

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