Short succinct glimpse of what I would rhymingly sum up as:
The morning after the night before When you wonder what all that was for And would you have both had it away Had we met in the cold light of day Instead of the darkness of the night When beauty was enhanced by warmer light?
Clever poem, thank you. And in a free verse response,
The morning comes, excuses fly It was the booze. the soft light But its all a cover up and a lie It was not the drink or the light Symptoms of a deeper dread We fear the lonely darkness The three am voices of the dead We frantically seek togetherness And for a while we banish loneliness.