Night


Cool breezes flow past
As the dim light
Weakly illuminates
The tempestuous night.
There exists only the tempest
Of tranquility, gentility.
The storm has subsided
Into the grumblings
Of the quiet dawn.
No stars do shine.
No moon has shown her face,
And yet black effervesces
With a far-off glow
Seen by no man
In this day and age.