Daytimers don’t know
how the night
becomes a magical place
how the meadow shines
in its secret way
when the moon traces
her fingers on the snow
They’ve never stood
grinning up in delight
at scattered stars
gazing back from deepest skies,
nor watched the
world
become
a faery place
with silver leaves
and lucent boughs
and creatures stirring
in the shadows
They don’t long for
Luna’s sweet caress, nor
for Selene’s gentle breeze,
never fall yielding to
the allure of the gloaming’s
whispered mysteries
They don’t feel
the cool hand of eve
touch their cheeks
nor hear the songs of galaxies
drifting down in chimes
of star beams and moon shine
and Aurora’s dancing
luminosity
Daytimers don’t know
how the night
becomes a wondrous place
They don’t know
the adoration of
the beauty
of the night
-KJ Roe
Dreams of Shadow and Light 