Night People - Poem by harrison smith
Light shines on roofs made silver by the rain
Turned dazzling golden mirrors by the sun
As tiles some ancient armourer had begun
To fashion from a hard metallic plate,
And saw his image reflected as he wrought.
Although his blinded eyes would hesitate
To see and finish in the glare his gaze had caught.
As ever unprepared for day's full light
Cowering from brightness hiding in shade
We reveal ourselves as things of night.
Contented only if the sun should fade.
Conceived in darkness though in daylight born
We delight in evening but we dread the dawn.
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