As I call upon the night To have a conversation Darkness gives way And night comes alive Conscious mind at rest Sub-conscious takes over Memory box is brimming So many anecdotes Not afraid to emerge Confident around the dark Shying away from the day Night has a life of its own Feeling antsy and inundated Quivering hands open the box Full of pictures in sepia A retrospective of events Which were long buried Sleep has abandoned me Old memories keep me awake