A moment of electric words. Poetry

Good bye night

How can you say there will not be night?
The darkness masks us all
Letting us show the world truth
Night swaths our forms and shows
Only what we want
We are unbound by the chains of day
The chains of life and responsibility
Mortality and death; work and expectations
The chains rust and fall away at night
Giving me a moment to run wild
To turn feral, to howl at the moon
“I am powerful. I am beautiful. I am!”

How can you say there will not be night?
No running through the forest,
The scent of pine and fresh air lambasting
My face laughing in exhilaration
The foot stomping rowdiness that grabs
At passing trees and exults with nature
The soft glow of the moon illuminating
A lovers meadow filled with grass
That cushions while perpetually making it’s
Rough presence known through a thin nightgown

How can you say there will not be night?
The city streets packed with glitz and glitter
The writhing mass of humanity trying to throw it away
The pulsing beat of music
Pounding out the rhythm of souls, shouting
Out to the mass crowd
“You are not alone.”
The hypnotic sway of bodies lost in ecstasy
Group mentality that pulls out the lost memories
The single moment of icy clarity. I will die.

How can you say there will not be night?
Souls laugh and shriek, cy and rant
Fight and love; running round and round and round
The merry-go-round of fate spins out of control
The drop of time where my tree is seen without leaves
Where my eye’s curtains are thrown wide
Where my mask reveals the essence of me
My nature, my hatred, my love, my indifference
Where hopes and dreams fly, lives crash
And burn. Souls mate and never meet again.

How can you say there will not be night?
When that is the only time I am free to be me.