Tonight

My mind is vast and dark and empty as
The night outside, the crickets and the cars
A dull throb in my ears. Their shadows pass
Beneath the dimming lights. Like graying scars,
They heal into the landscape. At a glance
You would not see their darkened, distant traces.
But like a hidden heart of pure romance,
The dawn reveals their true created faces
As passing light illuminates my sight.