When Night Falls

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When Night Falls


Whenever night falls in later days

it does not change me for today,

a fraction of eternity, to comprehend

this thing inside that strive and try

to push its way into my surface

and dress in layers that transcend

the who I think I may become-

Too late to alter or to overcome

this harden clay into a shape

so what you see is what I get

despite the times when I forget

and dream in dreams that swiftly die-

 So let me accept that night will come

no written words will make me best

nor passing love or fairy tales

will keep me whole, I’m like the rest

when dust to dust my life entails

it does not change me for today-


“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air – however slight – lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”

― William O. Douglas,





A stranger I am to my own

an afterimage of a reflection

deceived by poems and songs

of who I was, a clone

of my mind-self belongs

only to my own deception.


But none told of the impossibility

walking on clouds a skill

I sought with perfection

discovering my unique inability

to find happiness in my direction

and my empty glass fill.


And when I look up at the sky

I see droplets of crystals and water

instead of castles and giants

while the ground feels hard and dry

I’m no longer defiant

when dreams no longer matter.