The Golden Night Poem by Stuart Logan

The twilight summer stars glitter above,
as they swing around the earth.
The sacred moon hangs over me,
and quietly casts a spell of heatwaves and light in the dark.
The sun hides, yet the heat remains,
The porch light flickers,
As hundreds of tiny moths ram into it.
The dartboard hangs from the partially decaying wall,
With a picture within the frame,
Of Osama bin laden.

I sit and watch the night pass by,
Without a single twitch of the eyes,
to signal fatigue.
I stay awake all night,
and watch the summer twilight,
Until the daytime rolls around again.