Night Words Poem by bob barci

The night comes earlier these days.
No longer can I see you by sunshine.
I rely on moon, candle, neon.
We have drifted into the darkness.
The dark of my day has arrived.
As usual, we meet for desert.
We enter the world of sugary substance
and bright light.
Exiting, we discover rain
which clouds our view of the stars.
We move quickly into the night.
Aimlessly heading for nowhere.
We're discovered, right outside your door.
Yes, let's go in
and listen to words
that might be spoken.