The Night Unfolding Poem by Gerry Legister

The hush of morning dawn descending
Where dusk and darkness at ease enshrouds,
Across the magnificent sky night-time ending
With fading stars touching the ribbon clouds.

Below, smoke wending its way along the street,
Where the tune of thoughts embraces the blues,
Of enchanted melodies painting a tired beat
The ambiance of art sweeping the opportunity rues.

Shadows crawl on the floor mimicking a smile
Feeling the jazz and ignoring wobbling advice,
Night unfolds, quietly sitting on the corner in style,
looking for the answers hidden by a veiled voice.

Choices morphs unnoticed into the changing scene,
Neon lights reflect classic Cafes and bars closing,
Limited movement waves and removes from the screen,
Sleepy eyes dipping further into night awakening.

Morning songs begin to sing with friendly bills,
Cold showers get misty from the towering heaven,
Paper parade fills coffee cups that tremblingly spills,
Onto the night closed with blistering pain.

Enchantment live, and die, will come here again
Sneaking by in the night with veil vice unnoticed,
Wine and rhyming painting the atmosphere stain,
To write the rhapsody with faux dreams attached.