Nocturne

It’s some time between two am and three.

The sky is graphite.

Stardust falls like melting light,

dribbling through the

sooty sable of your room.

Night has hidden you in its pockets of stone.

You are all candlelight,

all wick

all dusk.

You keep her there on the rims of your waxing mind.

When dawn breaks the crystalline of the sky

and the once harmless light

now spits cracks on your window –

the wax hardens over your dreamscape

and your eyes swear they’d seen a woman –

all amber

all true

all blush.

The room is empty now

And graphite is leaking black.