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Click here... the peace that darkness brings...
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I love the comfort of night,
the familiar darkness that covers the
decay that sunlight magnifies.
I love night.
I love the quiet of night,
the muted conversations that replace the
silent screams of pain and fear heard in daylight.
I love night.
I love the peace of night,
the tranquil slumber, however brief, while wrapped
like an infant in a cocoon of soft blankets.
I love night.
I love the promise of night,
a moon that never wavers despite its changing shapes,
hovering constant above.
I love night.
While my day is spent looking forward to comfort, quiet and peace of the night, what my being absolutely craves is the promise of night... The last stanza is very powerful.
Thank you so much for this gem, Ma'am.
I love the tension in the first two stanzas. The familiar darkness of night brings comfort and quiet, whereas the bright light of day brings pain and fear and magnifies decay.
I also appreciate the depiction of the moon in the last stanza as something that appears always to be changing when in fact it is always a steadfast constant. Great observation. It's also fitting that the final stanza alludes to moonlight since the first stanza mentions sunlight.
Lovely work.