All that exists in the night

Night is a time of darkness, but is it really all it is said to be? True, Darkness envelops, it engulfs, but in all it wraps you, holds you close.

In the dead of the night, isn’t that all one needs? To be held close, to have someone hold you tight, even if it is just darkness.

In the night, nothing is seen. It is a time for secrets, a time for trust and a truths revealed. For as comforting as the night is, facing it alone is not a thing that is wished upon anyone.

In the night, nothing is seen; but is also that which cannot be seen by eyes merely human. Beings of darkness it contains, the same that fill our hearts in the dead of the night

For all this, darkness shared is comfort, ‘cause the chilling cold that freezes then becomes the healing cool that lulls one into sleep, into the arms of the one you truly trust. But like all things, it must come to an end.

With the coming of dawn, comes light, to wash away the darkness, chill replaced by warmth.

The coolness of the night now replaced by a fiery passion akin to the light with the tales of the past, of the night still fresh within us.