Night Mystery

How intimate

These small friends of the night

Stubby pencil

Dog-eared notebook

The table and chair’s lure

Where the lamp’s welcoming circle of light

Beckons my two-edged sword return.

The contact of my scrolling to your paper

Reminds me of how little I regard the darkened room

The darkened apartment building

The darkened streets below,

As you openly welcome me to share

Into the absorption of the notebook-paper’s secrecy.

How comforting this struggle

For without you

I’d only exist as a reflection in the black windowpane

Drifting into naked streets of echoing siren-emergencies

Where one’s heart and mind are usually cursed by victimization

Or gifted with lessons to be learned

Later to be eulogized in you

My passionate notebook.