28-09-2018 / The Dead Of Night

The Dead Of Night

Everything is silent and still 
During the dead of night

The cold air caresses
While the deep shadow embraces

The dogs bark in the distance at nothing
While cats hide in a dark corner from everything

Time can stand still 
But only if you let it

Things grow quietly and reach for the sky
Displaying their true beauty only at night

Shadows appear and disappear
Sowing tonight what tomorrow they will reap

The masks are removed
And true faces are revealed

Fragile hearts are opened
And sincere feelings are exposed

Secrets are shared in a low voice
Fears are displayed next to a heartbeat

A single breath can be shared by two
Names can be whispered or moaned in intimate complicity

The moon rises quietly
And shows the right path to follow

Stars can guide your way
If you know the right password

Shapes shift and motives change
For hearts and minds are freed or corrupted

Just as colors are faded
Just as sound is muted

Things and people observe you from the dark
Silently appraising, quietly concluding

Whether you belong here or not
Whether you are friend or foe

Things are born and things are broken
during the dead of night

An infant crying breaks the silence
A door shut in anger restores it

A wail in pain breaks the silence
A bullet fired with fury restores it

A rushed departure breaks the silence
A memory forgotten restores it

Everything and nothing can happen
When things are silent, when things are still

Everyone and no one is welcome
When masks are dropped, when motives are pure

Everything is shared and everything is private
When the privilege is earned, when trust is revoked

Most creatures live by day, sleep at night
Pretend in the light, reveal in the dark

The rest of us use camouflage by day
In order to blend in since not everyone understands

That we live and die at night

That we are transparent

That's what allows us to be one
with the dead of night



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