The hours of darkness are black.

Nearby sits one lonely dove.

Conceivably happy,

Parked in the pool of sorrow.

He lies

Here tonight.



Once I disappear tonight

It stays, forever, just black.

And until the light of tomorrow; he lies

Just one lonely dove

Again, bathing in sorrow.

And yet, he appears happy.



Is anyone happy?

In the jaws of darkness tonight

Who swims in sorrow?

When the night is black?

A dove.

That lies



I lie

Indisputably happy,

Mocking the dove

In the cold tonight,

Bounded by black,

Rinsing in sorrow.



I drip sorrow,

For I no longer lie.

I linger in the black,

Innocently happy,

Searching tonight,

For that one lonely dove.



Once just a lonely dove

Previously masking his sorrow

In yesterday’s night.

He lies,

Unhappy.

Beneath the Skies black.



A pair of doves lie.

Now as one, cleaned of all sorrow, and irrefutably happy

With today’s night, the skies no longer black