The Dark of the Night

I lay here gently weeping.
My pain and fears stand before me,
In the dark of the Night.

Joy comes to me as I lay here.
My hopes and dreams stand before me,
In the dark of the Night.

I lay here and ideas enter my freed mind.
My mind is freed of the things that stand before me,
In the dark of the Night.

The things that stand before me are as unseen specters.
Peace comes to me
In the dark of the Night.

The dark of the Night is my sanctuary,
From the things that stand before me.

For they will return and rob me of peace,
In the light of Day.