Are you afraid of the dark?

The shadows, the silence, the emptiness.

Do they frighten you?

The monsters under the bed, the ghosts among the trees, the terrors in the closet.

 

If you are, you shouldn’t be.

If they do, they shouldn’t.

 

Be afraid of the mask of routine.

Be afraid of the cage of cycles.

Be afraid of what hides in broad daylight.

Because

You can't see under the burning glare of the sun.

 

The Night is crisp and cool.

The Night is kind and gentle.

The Night is honest.

 

During The Night, the facades melt away;

The dreamers, the lovers, and the thinkers come out;

And

The moon and the stars pull at our hearts

Reminding us, telling us, compelling us

To believe in better things.

 

Do not be afraid of The Night.

The light that burned our eyes has been blanketed by a sea of soft starlight.

The endless chatter of worries has been replaced with the silence of thoughtful minds.

The haste of the day has melted into peace.

A break.

The blurred lines of our repetitious daytime lives have been wiped away

By the moonlight

And have given way

To us.

To me.

 

Soft music in a dim cafe,

Lasers and bass in a warehouse,

Midnight strolls through a somber park,

Muscle cars racing down an empty freeway,

Books,

Late night movies,

Tea,

Coffee,

Electrifying incandescent city lights

And the sea of stars that appear after you leave them.

 

The world falls to sleep,

But I am awake

And I am alive

Under the freeing light

of the darkness

of The Night.