These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Dark the Space

Dark the space with lightened skies,
early is the eve.
Soon the day its light denies
as out the door I leave.

Dark the space as color glass
grows dim inside the frame.
Quickly day has come to pass.
Night, it cannot tame.

Dark the space, before the eyes
in steely, glassy stare
removes the hope 'mid childlike cries
in twinkling lights so rare.

Dark the space envelopes room
as silhouetting trees,
hazy in the murky gloom,
"The night is made of these."

Dark the space, the time is o'er
to see but car light mist.
Day, the memory evermore.
Hope, the need be kissed.

by Jay O’Toole
on November 11th, 2024