Its silence and peace
Shadows creep
People sleep
Silhouettes of mountains
And unknown shadowy figures
The dark
Mysterious and unknown
Yet an urge
Drive all night
When the world is still
When you can see nothing
Run at twilight
When the air is cool
And streets are empty
When the stars shine
A wonderment of mind begins
Of me, myself, and the universe
Expands me beyond my skin into space
When the moon
Glimmers beaming bright
Into my sanctuary
Bouncing off my skin
And sleeping eyes
Comfort found in this cold glorious light
Reminds of the grandeur and majesty
Beyond this world and life
The dark is still
Time to finally breathe and see inside the self
When looking outside the self all day long
When breathing is easily forgotten in daylight
The dark
Revealing
When the mind wanders before sleep
Revelations of the day and self
Rise to the surface bluntly
Revealing
When the cowards come out
Use the dark as a cover
When loneliness easily overpowers
Or any emotion feels exaggerated at this worn-out hour
Revealing
Whether sleeping it off
Making changes tomorrow
Or staying up, facing your demons
They always seem to magically appear out of the dark
The way you face your demons is what matters most though
The dark
Universally known or felt as fear
Yet once faced with darkness
And one resists its seductive misleading power
Able to see right through it
Find the dark is just an abused power
And is meant for calming and putting to rest nature
By its natural sedative affect
The dark
Life changing
Confronting fears
That pivotal moment
Letting the fear rule you
Escaping the pain of it self-destructively
Or looking it in the eye
Choosing to not let it control you
Realizing even when it is dark
One can still shine
Even when it is dark
Good can be found
By: Amara Van Orden"And the night shall be filled with music/And the cares that infest the day/Shall fold their tents like the Arabs/And as silently steal away."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done
"Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity." -Henry Beston


