Night, Fall

Half-orange half-yellow light plays on the wall
Warning me (as if the darkness failed)
That night has cast its shadow over all
And day and light are both of them derailed.
I look up from my couch and see the twinkle
Of lower buildings lit against the sky
Transitioning to black from periwinkle
Except westward, where sunlight goes to die.
The room itself is bright and will not falter
Although the night beyond grows dark and grim
There is a cheerfulness night cannot alter
Despite its desperate urging to go dim.
I look into the dark and joy to find
Its ink is unreflected in my mind.