whispers in the night,

muffled silence,

half conversations shrouded

through midnight's gaze

somehow, words muttered

while the sun hides

hold much more value

than those in daylight.

perhaps it's the lack of shadow,

a sudden transparency

that leaves terms open

to interpretation.

the monochrome world,

with its many shades of gray,

words uttered under blackness,

later repeated,

yet never the same