Love Night

Love Night

I fell in love with midnight. We'd meet at her house and wander within one another's depth. After a few nights beneath each other, I came to understand that she hated being characterized as a blackness cast above everyone; she hated her place on the other side of the world, opposite that of the Sun. To me, her faithful explorer, she wasn't the absence of light. I found the loving moon in her eyes and her eyes only. It pained me to see her cry when she told me that all she wanted to be was a big blue sky, because then she'd be bright and cheerful and everyone would keep her in mind. I kept those diamond drops on my fingertips and told her that she was my noon, my moonlit noon with clouds of jewels, and deep violet looked better on her than cotton candy anyway. A smile dawned across her face when I reminded her of the infinite and absolute beauty of her royal sky, that speckled canvas upon which time itself is painted. Why would I stare at only one Sun, I asked her, when I could behold a million more in her hands? Then she took me by the heart and gentled me onto my back, and my head rested in the grass as I gazed up, up, up into everything, and I whispered my confession,
"I hope the day sleeps forever."