Not quite finished.

adolescent-axioms:

I used to write
poems in the night,
hoping the stars might
put my mind alight -
I was alright.
Nothing special.

But now - now I write
when the first daylight
sparks against the bright
glimmer of few-dew drops, lights
them golden white
and glorious.

I was asked how to write
about magical midnight:
So I said “right,
the thing about midnight
to remember,

Is that to truly write
about the world at night
one must not take flights
of fancy, for the world unites
in slumber.

To honestly write
a tale of night
all must be quite
still: nothing should alight
dozing dreamers,

And a budding write
-r should tread light
to keep their footsteps quiet
and care not to fright
those dreamers”.

The one who wished to write
poems of darkness and night
looked at me, and said “alright,
tell me about poems of light
and daytime”.

“Well, to make a poem right
about wonderful, glorious light -
it must be filled with bright
beaming verse: use sight
and touch

And sound to write.
Those looking for daylight
often find it blinding bright
so wear shades and hold on tight
to your hat:

For any daylight poem writer
who takes the morning sunlight brighter
and turns it, glowing, into lighter
stuff than air: they must be lover, fighter,
a wordsmith wielding writing mightier
than any sword that serves as biter
against the dangers of midnight sighters
who see the world as dead and lightless -

For night
and light
sit side-by-side
and make the other
darker, or brighter.