The Night Sings Bliss Poem by Kevin Patrick

When dust still rustles after bloody tick-tack-toe
And beauty shuffles raging at her beast
She slips down blocks of fellow urban gypsies
Looking at the faces of cupid's broken luck
For the Night sings you Bliss

Streetlights shift from amber into crimson
The colour matches the makeup of her heart
As the entombed traffic lurches slowly by
She finds a peace in peaking behind the blinds
And the Night sings her Bliss


Though heels are weary, but darkness heals the soul
Beneath the electric stars of skyscrapers rain
That sings upon you all this cities blues
And yours is just a chord added to the same old tune
For the night sings you Bliss

And as the night retreats into the dawn
Restaurant refugee's lament soul in black coffee
As taxi cabs pass with broken fairy tales
For sadness never knows the lateness of the hour
As the Night sings you its bliss