Night

Night, a time of silence,
a time to gather unthinkable thoughts,

a time of tranquil, serenity. The moon
casts an willful shadow                                               

on the blackened streets of a 

quiet suburb. The streets waiting to

be warmed by the sun, to be quenched

from the cold depths of night.

Blissful dreams go uninterrupted. 

Deep sleep drifts on, like a boat

in a pond. Midnight has come and 

gone, like rainstorms. By the early

dawn, color splashes the earth like a 

wave on the beach. Before the splashes

of color on those parched streets, there 

was peace, and mystery. That is my night. 

That is the night I chose to see, that I chose

to live in. That is Night.