Night Fall by Frank Almonte

The sun has set, colors faded

Traces of color, and stars are shaded

The trees stand great against the darkened sky

The birds are settled, only owls fly

The blanket of deep rich ebony is profound

To see it takes no sight

To hear it takes no sound

The only color against the darkness is white

The dots of stars, simple but bright

It has no name, it bears no title

It’s simple but overwhelming, active but idle

Shadows dance against the solace of the moon

Twilight ends and sun comes soon

Beauty soars and shimmers in the night

Soundlessly, wordlessly

Breaking internal sight

So if you ever look up, when the moon is tall

Listen closely, and you’ll hear its call