There is something magic
In the silence of the night.

It falls on us
Even if we reject it,
And we cannot avoid it.
Nor can we move fast enough
In our attempts to outrun
The weight of existence
In a world where a light blue sky
Can change to darkness
In a few minutes’ time
And show us the loneliness
Which accompanies the night.

The sun’s set is the constant
Which keeps us aligned
With our place in time,
Where time itself
Is ever moving forward,
With it, so does the night,
And the dawn which follows.
And we must do the same.