as the clock strikes
a little past midnight
as I sit down to write
a friendly stranger
led only by moonlight
stops by to soak in
the glow of the bulbs
that keep me busy
delicately dusty wings
accompany the melodies
of my unaware humming
until the glow fades
and the friendly stranger
goes flying
adieu, mon ami
until we meet again
in the light of darkness
- Tanya Master