How many of you feel that the evening sets you free, sorta. As in, the trials of the day are past, the worries have melted away, and a big, wide, near-plastic grin is painted on your face. You know that the day has ended, yet it has only begun. The night is the playground of the revelers, and revelry is a reflection of the child inside.
On the canvas of darkness,
That guards the eternal abyss,
God once painted a picture
That still unmatched is.
It is unmatched in beauty,
Splendor, and wonder alike
But above all unmatched
In depth, the depth of life
The night speaks to me, whispers even
While the day favors action and haste
The darker sibling tells tales of life
Of love, anger, and feelings likewise base
The smooth, silken voice of the midnight breeze
Carries heaven's words that the wise stars partake
(They watch over us, didn't you know?
The grid of life, doth this truth show)
Words of wisdom, pearls of the night
When the world sleeps, my soul awakes
~Night, shining bright.
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