There is the time of night
When the world feels still
The loudest noise is the rising of the moon
Or the flicker of the stars
This used to be my favorite time of night
Like the pause when an orchestra shifts from warming up
To playing
It’s where the world keeps its secrets
Those few hours
Before the shadows on the wall fade into
The warm golden rays of morning
Those fleeting moments
Most people spend wrapped in their sheets
Languidly tossed among their beds
Clinging to their dreams
I sit and linger
Patiently waiting for the dark to speak
Wanting to hear the secrets the night has to offer
But those moments share nothing
The blackness remains silent
And I bide my time
Waiting for the sun