Nyctophilia

For a moment with the night
he will trade you the day.
He takes a witching walk with the moon.
Avoids the glinting of afternoon.
When it is dusk it feels right,
but at dawn goes away.

When he saunters in the dark
he will not miss the sun,
or the unyielding warmth of its gleam.
Recalling midnight; a precious dream.
Sharing stories that were stark,
but tales that light unspun.

So when the morning shines bright
he turns his head away.
Seeking his heart for stars not forgot;
the twinkling of Mars, sparkling red dot.
For a moment with the night
he will trade you the day.