The exuberance of light,
Is expended by night,
The energy of day,
Dissipates clean away.

Then we are left with just the night,
When we're told nothing is right,
It's contrast to day, stark,
It's best weapon, the dark.

But out in the open.
Despite all your hopin',
Things aren't what they seem,
Feel the night air, calm and serene.

Close your eyes, hear the sounds,
There are no evil hounds,
High above, see the stars,
Look at Jupiter or Mars.

The night is no enemy, nor is it the villain,
It's a time to kick back, enjoy lots of chillin,
The night is portrayed as the theatre of screams,
It's a lie I maintain, night's not what it seems.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016