The Back of My Mind (Poetry)

The night is so sometimes lovely

The night is so sometimes lovely

I cry inside behind my eyes at the delicacy

in omnipotence;

for magnificence belongs equally to all.

This makes me sense a man must

too be gentle to be strong.

I cry inside behind my eyes for the joy

in the joyness of living and my crude earthy dance

to the heavenly opus love

seen through the gauzy moonlight that ceaselessly steeps

and seeps as a balm through my skin.

The night is so sometimes lovely

I cry inside behind my eyes at the mercy of him

for the paltry me in indifference

and think on the significance of you.