Nocturne

Our eyes open
                              fully
only at night

Bulging, we see edges
fringes, margins
                                 borders
of which 
                  you
insensate
can only
                 dream

The tenebrous is
                                   ours
The clarity of the
                                   obscure
our landscape

There we
                   hunt
seeing between
                               colours
into movement, past
                                          figures
into form

Invisible confidants of 
the witching hours, the
holy hours, the hours of
                                                 fright
and flight and
                             sorrow
we wander
                      alone
serenading the
                               moon
mourning the
                               dawn

© s rogers 2008

2 thoughts on “Nocturne

  1. malcolmjames says:

    Seeing only when we don’t look.

  2. catgem says:

    and always blind otherwise

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