Oh night, that time when nothing alludes us..
when we think about the past, present, future, and everything in between....
the time where the blackness refuses to be quiet,
and the quiet seems to sing.

That time when you dream your dreams
And fight off the bad guys,
When you see into yourself with the hindrances of society

Night, when you lay in bed and meditate,
Thinking thoughts you wish you had never thought,
The time where everything is nothing, and nothing is everything
Where silence is not really silence

Its own reality,
the thing children associate with the boogie man,
The thing that brings good and bad dreams,
The thing that is so foriegn and plays by its own terms

Night, the beautiful, blackness that surrounds us all.
The blackness with beautiful twinkling lights,
The dark the points out your flaws
The dark that never lets you escape