Burning Down the Night

Posted on August 4, 2017

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Here is a mashup of two poems. You can read it with just the out-jogged paragraphs, or just the in-jogged, or in order, you tell me.

Burning Down the Night

Spent all my days
Hiding from the sun
People in dark hideaways
And my, how they run

The dark is a tiger
Striped orange down the side
Flames that we lit
As we burn down the night

But, you know, the moon
No longer sympathizes
And the sun no longer rises
Yes, the stars
No longer shine for me

The dark is a bridge
Reaching to tomorrow
Ashes set adrift
As we burn down the night

It’s funny to me
All of fortunes petty ways
Things are difficult to see
In the midnight blaze

The dark is a knife
Dividing the future from the past
Melting in flaming white
As we burn down the night

It’s burning down now,
Babe, the night is burning down
Yes, it is, all around
Give that moon a grave

The dark is a flight
A hail of black arrows
Flashing sharp and bright
As we burn down the night

Open your arms and fly
Fly, fly away
Forget how to cry
In the midnight blaze

The dark is a tide
A cloak of pride
Over our flight
As we burn down the night

You could be dead tomorrow
So put on a smile
And pack up your sorrows
– For a while

The dark is a wife
To be taken in sorrow
For the passing of time
As we burn down the night

And the night is burning down
Consuming all my days
Here comes the new sun
And my, how they run
In the midnight blaze

The dark is a life
Tall as flames leap high
Long as the dawn is wide
As we burn down the night
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