I am a Nyctophile.
I love the night, the darkness:
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.
In the night hours
I can hear the soft rustling of the trees,
the trilling of insects,
the gentle pad of the cat,
the bark of the fox,
the scurrying of the hedgehog
as they go about their night-time adventures.
In the night hours
I can see the the stars
glimmering above
and when the moon is risen,
I can bask in her soft, silver glow.
In the night hours
I can smell the cool air
and taste the new-formed dew.
In the night hours
all that is familiar
takes on a new persona
in the shadows.
And what secrets
hide in those shadows?
They do not bring me fear
but curiosity …
In the quiet of the night,
my thoughts are mine,
uninterrupted and unencumbered
by the noises of the day;
the clamour of voices,
the roar of the traffic,
the cacophony of daily life.
I love the night, the darkness,
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.
© 2025
