The Color of Night In the shadows of the moon light reflects, it bends, it moves. It seems as though only black and white, Yet, these are the colors of the night; Foggy shades bathed in black dance in whispers weighing dawns attack. Rueful grays embraced in white form ragged manes edging boundaries of night. The silent surrender of infinity exhales darkened hues to deep to see. A void -- so radiant, emblazens the night as discarded colors haunt frail sight. Morning ascends with bright colors bragging and darkness dulls into shadows straggling. Yet, in every shadow lies the color of night dimly yearning for just one dance in the light.