Thoughts of the Wicked

The Night

The Night

I am a fool for the woo of the stars

Am stricken by the spell of the night

An ethereal darkness I am bound to

Lured in by the sound of dancing crickets

Soothed by the fingers of brisk breezes

I find myself relishing each moment

Beaming under celestial beings

Watching me from beyond our blue borders

Whispering of such divine hopes and dreams

Protecting me under a heavenly glow

I am alone, but happy with the moon

She guides me, she loves me, she defends me

She is a beacon amongst this dark

Showering beauty and sanctity on the land

Fending off the dark that seeps into my heart

There is great grace and dignity even here

Surrounded by dreary clouds and moping mists

I am at peace even in the darkest night

For within it all is something precious

And so I allow it to enlighten my soul