Nocturne

This verse, writ so you may know my midnight mind  
And why it burns its way through the dark  
In search of phrases that are so refined  
That of some genius you might see a spark.  
A spark that may in some subtle way  
Beat back the sneaking forces of despair  
Until the solar disk brings forth more day  
To have us bask again in beams of care.  
Perhaps those beams are what provide that spark  
That has that midnight mind counting spheres  
Which retrograde through a welkin so stark  
That its beauty will counteract the fears  
Of what mere actinic absence may make...  
In the hours before the day to break!