Carpe Noctem
The thin line between sunrise and night
Draws me to the conclusion that one might
Think that only the day is to be admired in a cheerful light
However, the smart poet seizes the darkness in its fullest hours
As one could think by doing so it encounters
Mythical creatures that hide beneath us, near the mountains
Blind to the normal eye they are
Bright and beautiful and bizarre
Strangely empty they make us feel
The knowledge they’re among us
Makes our skin goosebump and rust
Yet, their presence is ethereal -D.F.