Just My Poems

#119 Love in Light

When it was night
The sky was dark
And so was the room
When the sun rose
Brightness flooded into
The room
Now
It's so bright
When the clock strikes
Twelve
The middle of the day
It was the brightest
Yet the countless lights chose to
Turn on

Why didn't they turn on
During the night?

Love has no midpoint, only soaring in extremity.