NIGHT

It's a magical bewitching excitement unlike that of the sun
For things done in the shadows and beneath the fog
Under  bridges and beneath bed sheets
For wild hearts and unconcerned minds
It's the dark alleyways where plans are madee
Where secrets are revealed under the soft haze of light
Coming through the cracks of closed shutters

It's when fugitives escape and kids run away
It's when girls lose their virginities on torn leather seats
It's when boys get in trouble
It's when suffering takes on lives
When the lonely seeks comfort

It's when we see our true desires
When we reflect on our moments of unhapiness
Those yearnings that are momentarily blinded by the sun
It's when we become poets and philosophers
Matyrs and murderers.

It's when we form regrets of days past
That profound hatred for those who hurt us
It's when we choke on our tears
Through deep sobs
That pour onto dark pillow cases

It's for passion
It's for fanaticism romance and trouble
It's when your most tender authentic and suppressed sides
Come out to play  under the nonjudgemental eyes of the stars
It's for those things you could never dream of doing by day
Under the watchful eyes of the sun

It's when you daydream
Those dreams you can't have during the day
Free to play in the open spaces of your mind
It's the most creative time of the day
The most liberating

It's when your most uninhibited
Most passionate sides are explored
It's when your innermost desires are unleashed
When you get freedom
From the taunting exposure of sunlight

It's when there is a dawn
A day in front of you
It's why I don't like mornings
When bleakness of night comes
The daunting end of another day.