I am the night.
I am darkness at it's blackest.
To me there is sheer delight in the shadow of
the night
No need to insist, for the night I exist.
The light of day is not night's way.
I am the night.
I am a creature of the dark. I have been
groomed for gloom.
For eons of time, the night has been mine.
I can't remember when the night and me didn't
function as twins.
Just as the ocean's floor holds mysteries, the
night alone conceals my history.
I am the night
Just as poetry flows from ocean currents and
from the slashing force of wind springs forth
designs,
Each drop of rain delivers music to our minds,
poetry never ceases.
From my point of view, at night it increases.
I find beauty in each dancing shadow and
exquisite delight in the secret of the night.
The spirit things clothed in the unknown,
Travel the same path that I consider home.
Things that move skillfully at night do so
without sight.
I love these wonders for I am the night.