Humidity fills the dark,
takes the baton and keeps me warm
while the sun sits the bench.
I run secret plays with the moon

as my feet map the city beneath our glows. 
Half shadow, half illumination 
is the game. Endless mystery
is the coach. When did my desire 

to love the night become my penchant?
Humidity passes to darkness its cloak
just for me. My goals pass
my purpose their baton.