There is no dead of night

There is no dead of night

It lives,

Swirling in stardust

Bright stars

Illuminating shadows

Highlighting

Ripples on the water

Where fat rats swim

In search of supper

Skaters slip and slide

Cicadas sing

Of love

And sorrow.

I am drawn by dark stars

Pulled into the vacuum

Where screams go unheard,

Forever drowned.

Washed up on white sand

Wading in salt water

Chasing the moon

A silvery mackerel

Slipping through

A dark sea

Avoiding the lure

As old fishermen

Wait all night for a single bite

Stone quiet

Rock-bound

Painted black

Barely breathing

And as primary colours drain

Into the sea

The water is a palette

Full of rainbows

The sky is alive

No more dead

Than morning