At night.
When the clouds darken.
The sky turns black as onyx.
Tiny grains of glittering sand spread wide across the black night.
I gaze out my window to the corners of all space.
Contemplating all that was and all that could be.
Trees sway in the breeze.
Leaves rattle across the floor.
I’m exposed to all of nature’s life here in the dark.
Her images burn my mind as I struggle to retain my thoughts.
Here in the darkest of darks I wage my war on the things that steal my moments away.
The things that have no meaning or importance.
The thieves that come to capture my joys.
They will not take me or break me down.
Here in the darkness I am safe.
Cloaked by the shadows while my enemies sleep.
I plot and conspire with the shadows to save me.
At night.
When everything sleeps I embrace my truth.
