In the Stillness of the Night
In darkness there is silence
There is the air of mystery
Fear breeds with not knowing
The heaviness in pitch black night.
The sound of silence
The chorus of chirping night crawlers
Or the croaking of frogs and toads
Lends credence to an eerie nightfall
To some beings, darkness is freedom
One can hide behind shadows
Slip into anonymity without being too obvious
And get to flirt with danger and adventure
To some beings, darkness is bondage
It limits depth and movement
Castrates ones eyes from looking far and wide
And cause the tired soul to sleep if only for a while
Why do we have to have the nightfall?
Why can’t we have daylight in eternity?
Why can’t we live life for always?
And be joyful all the time
Without the stillness of the night.
Dennis P. Maitim
June 18, 2008
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