BLUE ON BLACK

There's a time of the day
When the sun sinks low
And heralds the onslaught of my night.

There's a space in the clouds
Where the moonlight gets through
And glows like perpetual twilight.

There's a light in your eye
And a space in my heart
And a sense that I've
Not felt for years.

There's a knowing soft-spoken,
Hushed whispers of promise,
An avowal that we will be alright.