Night, Finally

Enough,
Enough.
Evening has wiped her eyes
and shut the sleeping doors.
You think you can outlast the moon;
Stare down the man perfectly preserved in silent sky.
He never falters, never cries for his mother
like you do when even your shadow leaves you alone.
You persuade the stars to paint you the picture
That makes life legible.
Instead, they scamper at the thought of a dormant life
and create new meaning come next nightfall.

Enough,
Enough.
Kiss softly the crafted petals plucked from your throat.
Embrace the option of rest and let it impregnate you.
Let it become the reason of you.
Accept the reward on Night's behalf
and drown in slumber's trance.