Words Of a Feather

There might not be as much joy as say

The exciting life of the beginning’s morn

We can all claim to adore the day

But the last requiem would not agree

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In the day, you work and you play

Yet you cannot leave the night scorned

The world spins when the sun isn’t away

While the night creates a world of mystery

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The night is as dark as a million shadows

The blackness around you fills you with fright

The darkness consumes you until narrow

And now you see how wondrous it has become

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There is no sun like what you once had, though

Now the stars serve to guide you with light

The way you see at day seems to be shallow

The darkness is honest, and therefore, fun

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At night, the people’s lies won’t be spoken

You are alone with your thoughts in clarity

And until our whole town has now awoken

The silence can become louder than you

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You see the world differently, a world unbroken

The animal noises become those of amity

The city’s detailed are seen clearly and now open

The night’s emptiness is a good friend, too

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I wonder, what could you do at nighttime?

A new world awaits many mysterious chances

With no one watching, you can sing, dance, and rhyme

Or maybe walk down the streets alone

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The night will open your mind in its prime

Give the stars and the moon a few glances

The night will free you, and it’s true when I’m

Gleefully writing this when the night brings me home