The world lights up in the dark
Without the distractions that crosses eyes
It all exists in those quiet hours
A beautiful girl wearing a dress called desire
A tree that grew up out of the sandlot
A father casting a fishing line
I’m better with no mind
So I take a tennis ball and hurl it into shadow
Beyond the lamplight boarder
A yellow whiz returns to me
This way I beat back the darkness
Each bounce nudging open the window separating day and night
Where I toss sun burnt memories out
Before the wind can blow them back in
