At Night

I don't even know what to call this. It's just a string of thoughts about one topic.

The darkness is deep,

It wraps around me

Not friendly, but cold and harsh

For it blinds me,

Forbids the power to see

And hides dangers from me.

But I look ahead,

For above me

There is my friend, the moon.

The moon and the stars

Who watch over me

Pierce the night with their everlasting light.

I am comforted

And I close my eyes

So the darkness does not matter.

The cool air

Whistles through my hair

And it comforts me.

For this is my time to be myself

No worldy worries, no chores

I have all the time in the world.

For in reality

I know the truth

Is really like this:

The darkness is deep,

It wraps around me

But it is my friend, and this is my time.

Author's Note

Nothing particular - as usual, I REALLY appreciate constructive criticism as well as praise. In short, please review.

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

I enjoyed reading it!