Headstand

Headstand

Night is that Bright delight

For I prefer the moon to the sun

My soul rises as the sun sighs

I feel the moon kiss and the stars caress

Stare at the moon and remember the ’69 step

Comprehend the light that makes nights adept

For the sun is not romantic but workaholic

Nights trigger love, loneliness and the alcoholic

Extremes of emotions that feels life

Fight the tired foe that seeks to lay you low

In the darkness the greater mind reigns

No place to hide as the frightened run inside

Serenade the night with the chic color black

Drink its nectar, coffee black

Music loud, heavy metallic, naturally color black

My Identity of music and poetry, devils horns, I’m Black!