Poem: The Night Falls

The Night Falls

Sometimes the night falls

like a sleepy eye

over the city—

like a possibility

that cannot become itself,

when the promised dawn

forgets how to come.

Sometimes you lose your feelings.

Sometimes you lose.

Or they lose you.

And become the night instead—

all that darkness

keeping quiet.

My eye closes

upon this idea of you.

My eye closes.

The way night closes

over a field.

The way night closes

over a heart.

My eye closes again.

And how beautiful.

And how sad.

Maybe like the earth and sky—

turning toward one another

for thousands of years,

held by the same gravity,

never touching.

Never touching.

Beautiful captor—

you took years.

Years.

Now everything outside my hands

is dead.

Everything outside my hands

is dead, now.

Everything is outside,

and sometimes the night falls.

Marni Fraser

0617.2025

Image, 2025