Ode to Night
I rest in the comfortable arms of night
I cuddle to her like a baby
In her fond caressing blackness
I find a sparkle that penetrates my very soul
I feel smoothness of the darkness
It does not distinguish how one looks
On the other hand, it touches
Innermost thoughts that cannot be penetrated by light
Why then are so many people afraid of darkness?
They recoil and get angry at the very thought of it?
When they do not see light in the firmament
To them they can perceive only what their eyes can see
They balk and pray
For endless light, endless day
Yet only those with wavering faith
Should be afraid of you, O night.
Anonymous
