Because the night
April 14, 2012 § Leave a comment
Half of our lives is in night.
The night, infinite as darkness can be, full of chances and surprises.
It’s the night’s blindness that cries for description. Touch the lines. Whisper the lines. Follow the lines.
In the night we reach out for the ones who can see in the dark.
We can hear the night sky. It moves westward, embraces trees and houses, oceans and continents.
We can hear the night sky. The wind pushes the darkness on the closed window shades. Rain throws the stars into the rivers.
The night is our chance for honesty.
In the morning, we return to the day like fallen angels.