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 song

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