Speak To the Night
Speak to the Night
Can the night hear us cry?
Can it see the pain we sow?
Night is blind to the world around,
And senseless in its black depth,
But its children listen.
Why I speak to the night I do not know,
But for the solitude I seek,
There is no other to speak to.
The light spreads our words to the four winds,
So all can hear the solemn words we speak,
Hear we the night, and its children
listen,
Though it does not.
Why do we listen to the night
and speak to it of our troubles?
Why do we speak to the night,
When it has no ear to listen with
And no eyes to see, and no mouth
to speak reassuring words?
Why waste our free time with black night,
When its only interest is the moon
in all its phases.
Blood, full, and blood moon.
Thus are night’s companions,
Among the other stars,
And asteroids, meteorites, and meteors.
Smile upon the moons bright façade,
The children of the night listen.
Why do we speak to the night?
When no words reach its earless ears,
And our words are lost on nightmares
of the night.
Why do we speak to the night?
Because it is there.
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