Nyctophilia

Phosphorescence

I walk, silently in the ever dark night, under the soft rain, and stare.

The starless night, is lit all bright, a million colors dazzle as they expose.

They twinkle, they shine, they glimmer, they go. The buildings hold constellations, twinkling away with glee, and my hungry eyes feast on them with delight.

I look around, immersed in the beauty, the shine, the brilliance. For once, I have stars up there, looking down at me, handmade and plastic, electric powered instead.

I gaze up, following the patterns, as I see them explode and implode, and sizzle away, supernovas in the rain fed air.

The noises make my heart leap, my eyes to hungry for all this sheen. I see the great clouds, coming up, black, grey, white, merging slowly. They choke my lungs, and make them scream for air, but I stand there fixed, and douse myself.

 With so much beauty, there had to be a fault. But honestly, I don’t care, why would I after all? When I can see these multi colored stars up there, listen to them blow up in the cold air? And I continue to stand there, my eyes fixed, seeing the colors reflect near my feet, as the puddle and the rain, gets heavier with each breath.

I stare through the sparks, filtered through the leaves, reflect of the glass, shine in the stillness of the dark. I think about how Vermeer would die to see this. Or rather come back to life and observe the graceful compositions of the radiant light.  

And I still stand there, unable to breathe, stuck up for once in the luminescence of the soft glow, instead of the usual dark.