Philip Gold
I wake at night when others are asleep
I feed myself with thoughts and words
The night has always been associated with darkness
But there is something beautiful about the night.
The beautiful night when men are dead to the moon but rise to the sun
The beautiful night when demons come out to play
The beautiful night when the predators seek their prey
The beautiful night when battles are won by the wise while fools sleep
The beautiful night when worlds are shaped and destinies destroyed
The beautiful night when whisperers find their voices to plant mischief
The beautiful night when death comes to fetch peaceful souls
The beautiful night when the cries of babies are heard, while mothers run to the rescue
The beautiful night that has haunted children with monsters
The beautiful night when the howls of wolves are heard while sheep sleep
The beautiful night when the stars keep guard while the moon rules.
The night is dark and mysterious
Dangerous and peaceful
Call it whatever you may, it is beautiful all the same
The night is a gift most men never get to use.