Is it still night if you don’t sleep?
Or is night that darkness that soothes the soul, the warmth of a fire in the middle of snow?
Darkness, that promises light and gives you the moon as proof.
The moon that becomes a beacon and watches those demons you keep at bay through the day, come out to play.
And with its light, gives you the courage to face them until you thrive in the dark and they burn in the light.
Is it still night if you don’t close your eyes in fear when the clock strikes midnight?
Or is night a siren’s song that wakes and beckons,
Like a lighthouse, calling home ships lost at sea?
Because you weren’t meant to simply survive the night, but revel in it and come alive.