The final rays of light are gone, the sun's last ember has burned
Vague forms and shadowy shapes are all that's left to be discerned
Nightsounds come, ears are the tools for observation in this hour
Might is right when bright, but darkness shows stealth also has power.
Like the sequins on an evening gown, stars dot the moonless sky
You stare into eternity 'til you believe you could fly
Into the heavens before you with imagination's wings
Lifting you up and letting you fall into your waiting dreams.
Somewhere in the darkness, thought and fantasy begin to dance
Observed by a captive audience, trapped in sleepy trance.
The choreography gives the dreamer, come the break of day,
The hope and insight needed to carry on about their Way.
Picture from daybreak a couple days ago, taken with Fuji FinePix S8300 from my front yard.
This is my entry into this contest, thanks to 
https://steemit.com/poetrycontest/@terrycraft/steemit-poetry-contest-15-winners-of-14