They say darkness is the source
of all human fear,
that the night harbours our worst
nightmares. But I simply
cannot understand
this.
The nighttime is my
friend, the dark,
my haven.
I wallow in the
silence, the
solitude
and serenity.
The stars are my
storybook, the moon,
my lamp,
and I lie awake
and dream
of the tales told
by the sky.
The infinite pin ******
of long-dead
giants have countless
lessons for
the microscopic offspring of
Mother Earth, if
we are only willing
to see.