You made the night to fall

And I thank you for the night
That you made it to fall,
Not flick on and off like
Our shoddy copies
You made it to linger
On the edge of possibility
And drip into tomorrow
Succulent and sweet
Even the trees stand back
And melt to black
Against the backdrop
Of the burning sky
They partake
In the living praise
And know their glory
Is their stark relief against it
You did too much
In making day’s death
Devastating, beautiful
It arrests me:
The way you
Tell me no
By making my eyes drunk
With afterglow