The Blank Space of the Evening

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb time. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. Drown me in aesthetic! The darkness and the silence The waters in velvet blue Where it all makes sense. The glimmer of the moonlight The night owls on flight When the moon rises above its fullness gives life. The moon, shining bright The wind as it howls in the darkness A sense of peace in the absence of sunshine What a great way to escape worries and troubles. Let me sink in the beauty of it! The glamour of the muted soiree Where colors dance side by side In the blank space of the evening.