Know my night

The dark calls my name to let me know my night. To let me understand that growing old’s alright. I find a serene peace in the glistening lights. The odd murmur of engines moving through the night. The dark welcomes me and it feels alright. Say goodbye to another day in which the sun was bright. Stars always know that I’ll look and see them in a clear night. Because I feel connected to the darkness surrounding their light. I feel alive and breathe the clean brisk air to relax my mind. The dark calls my name to let me know my night.