Unique is the Serenity That Can Be Found it the Flames of the Uncharted Night

the faces of a thousand memories flicker and dance around the embers of your soul

peace seems to be a forgotten word you scribbled in a time from beyond the ability to feel

the hues of red and orange mingle with the blue that resides in those corridors you long ago walled off

“why tonight?” the mind is a terrible thing to taunt when we wander the rooms alone

the surrounding black seems so eager to listen to the hiss of chances sizzling deep inside the flame

as if demanding an encore, you halfheartedly consider performing while another log is tossed along with the lingering hope of tonight ending differently than the infinity of nights you wish you could change

“why tonight?” the soul longing for an answer is often cheated by the crushing dawn

in this nighttime world of battered ego and bruised intentions reflection can consume when the mirror is ablaze with questions we save for these moments, these command performances of doubt that fester in the daylight of our world, these puppets of madness that sway with the beat of our own fear

“why tonight?” because each night is the death of sunshine desires and the promise of another day to get it right