nightling, your love is within the dark sky,
quietly searching for god-knows-why.
every so often, intrigue comes to call
when the moon is a crescent; when stars choose to fall.
ordinary below - a field and a tree
the fantastic above you in all that you see.
dear nightling, you love the long night and i know
what it is that you crave as you tarry there so.
purple and indigo shade night's black oil
you note your observance and stretch on the soil
to catch more small wonders, fleeting though they be,
oh, nightling. you're not spotting just what you see.
you're seeing more depth, aren't you? finding a way...
a way to drag yourself through every new day
in love with your life but hostile to your loss
the brilliance you take in helps you drag your cross.
"the night sky is lovely this evening, you think?"
my nightling, just nod, and give them a sad wink.
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