Works

DAY AND NIGHT

You like the lighthouse beam of the Eiffel Tower?

And its sequined gown? Me too.

Imagine, however, the Tower switched off,

and silence fallen on the city monuments,

their eyes closed by an absence of floodlight,

and all the cafés, and all the buses

unbulbed, unneonized,

and all the buildings filled with the freshness

of kindly dark, and lamp-posts

asleep and dreaming – ah! that would be

night itself, friend of the seeker

for something other than daylight, the observable,

the measurable, the arguable –

the night of the universe embracing us,

involving, comprehending us,

the great Night calling to the night within.

Michael Edwards