Majestic Night

The night is asleep

Leaving me awake in the depth of silence
As it advances toward the day.
I wish it takes me along
Along its mystical slumber
So the vigor turns me better.
I love the night, a layer in time
It fills me with nostalgia
But that too with perfection.
The night I marvel is the night that hides
Many sorrows of years hidden in time
As it peels each from the heart through the tears.
This night is indeed a lovely night
Intertwined within the folds of shady darkness
Are many good and the bad, and the deepest sorrow.
The beauty of the night
Is the beauty eternal,
It stands majestically on its own.


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