Night

It’s the time I have dark thoughts;

When my fears stalk me, and my demons mock me.

At night, my imagination runs wild,

Conjuring things that make me want to hide like a child.

Night

Stops the setting sun, and fills every corner of the world;

It feeds upon my worry.

Its heavy silence enters my ears.

Night haunts me through the years.

Night

Ideas come easily at night.

The still quiet gives me time to think.

Its deep mystery that allows me to sink

Into sleep, to take a well-deserved flight.

Night

Only can reveal the stars and the moon,

And only during night can I really ponder life.

At night I can dream that sometime soon

Everything will be alright.

Night

In the soul of the night, I fight my personal wars

finding the strength to continue from the sight of the stars.