Poetry in the Night

I penned this short free-verse early this last January, barely giving it any form. It was merely a short "poetry in the night,/poetry in the candlelight..." and nothing more.  I left it untouched for many months until finally I picked it up again upon sight of an online poetry contest, so then I went back to my old ideas and revived the poem.  What truly inspired me to fix it was not the contest but the glorious feeling of every time I stay up writing at night with my candle forming a mask of heat on my face.  As I watch the fire burn wax as my writings burn silence, I feel sweet and calm inside just as the night is.  The lines "dark world blanket, nighttime space" has some significance to the whole point of writing this because it encompasses what I truly feel on every writing night.  Darkness becomes nothing more than a blanket that cuddles me safe and warm.  "Nighttime space" gives me the freedom and space to think freely and write freely without needing to care so much of worries of the day.  This poem is a white flag I wave to those who love the night like I do.  It is when creative juices flow outward, effortlessly, from the heart.

Poetry in the night,
Poetry in the candlelight,
Dark world blanket, nighttime space,
Glorious are candles
That warm at your face.
Wake up. Night is gleaming.

Poetry in the night,
Poetry in the candlelight,
Carve from reason, old or new,
Silence is wondrous
Where nighttime is due.
Stay up. Night is fleeting.