I love the night
I am the moon’s child—
rocked gently in its pale, honey-yellow glow,
Ignited by the meteors that shine above, the
bright, starry-filled sky.
But as the weather gets colder,
as winter folds its wings over the earth
The skies darker
A quiet sadness settles in,
To appreciate the darkness
You need a light.
To love the numbing cold
You have to first
Hide behind warmth
And the comfort its shadows give.
Everything cherished
has an opposite that teaches you how.
The night relies
In the light
To be appreciated.
