lost in night

The night has eyes that burn in ways that man can never understand. Perhaps that’s where the fear comes in when darkness falls across the land. We hear the wind that speaks in ways that are different from the day, instead of laughing heartily, a strange music it now will play. It echoes of a different world, a time that man forgot, that left behind in silent epitaph, but did so all for not. Night masks distractions of the day that pretend we’re bigger than we are, and opens doors to unknown worlds that once seemed oh so far. A different star a different dream our sky no longer holds us down, we look beyond our own storm tossed souls to see the eternal crown. Some fear the night because they can’t see what’s always told them where they are, but in the night time your only guide is a distant burning star. A star that burns in gratitude that tells us stories old, that fills the rift of misery and makes our hearts grow bold. Sometimes we don’t know where to go, we’re lost in endless night, but maybe what we need to see is our own inner light. I cannot pretend to know for sure what happens when I let go, when I step into the dark where I can’t see and hope that I’ll somehow glow. But night is not what we should fear, for night is just like day, it has its time it does its work it glories than goes away. What we fear is the unknown, and how vast the unfamiliar night, but sometimes seeing is what really happens when we loose the gift of sight.