Miracle of Night
In the darkness the lights
Seem even brighter.
Illuminating the small space surrounding.
Stripes paint the road
Every other black then peachy glow
A gentle fade in between.
I walk this lonely road
In the darkness,
Yet fear lies far away.
I’m alive, awake for a special time
Witness to the magic, the beauty
That is the deepest part of night.
The silence comforting, the depth of darkness
Warms my soul,
Taking me to places, a world to which
I could never see in the light of day.
Every lamplight, streetlight, stoplight
Every porch light, walkway light, candle lit window,
Glow in effervescence, a steady stream
That reminds of holidays and Christmas lights
And start winking in the sky.
The whole world transforms into a fairytale
While everyone sleeps,
Locked up in their homes, tucked deep in their beds,
I become the witness,
The one who sees it all
The miracle that is the night.
I frequently go for walks at night, I quite enjoy it. There is something very special about the night, something sacred. A hush comes over everything and these little patches of light come into view and just inspire so much within me; inspire poems, stories, a sense of being witness to and part of something special. How do you enjoy the night?