Night is a fragile being


    The sun will destroy the darkness


    The world awakening will destroy the silence


    The whole thing is like glass


    So easy to shatter


    Silence is its own songStolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    To destroy it would be wrong


    It lulls you into what is perhaps a false sense of security


    Convincing you that the world is full of tranquility


    The relaxing dark pitch


    Sets in so everything has time to stitch


    Itself back together in the slow moving hours


    Birds rest inside the trees and bees rest within the flowers


    Everything must come back to life, soon


    But I’d rather the sun not come up while the world’s asleep


    So I’ll nestle in the darkness and let it hold me