flowers of night

The flowers of night

are blooming,

the sky awash

with their evangelising sighs.

An explosion of colour

on the dark canvas

of night,

canvassing

amusement.

A dark watcher

of the watchers,

observes, from within

the obscuration of

 tinted clouds,

a pyro-spectre

within the spectre

of the spectacular,

and disappears

in the cackle

of returning night.