Into This Thing Called Night

It descends upon us this thing called night taking us into the darkness where we can only see that which is immediately with us.  I can only speak to it softly whilst silently I try to resist its charms.  There is solace in not seeing beyond the light.  And victory in turning out the lamp and saying hello to "darkness, my old friend*."  It is a retreat from a world turned cold and uncaring.  It is the blanket that comforts a weary soul.

And yet, it cannot, shall not, last.  Night as it follows the day, it a temporary condition, coming, as it does, to give the world rest.  Some rail against the inevitable.  I find it best to embrace it with my whole heart.  I know that morning will come again and with the dawn, new beginnings.  It is the way of things and to that I say, surrender and find your peace.  It is your choice but the reality cannot be denied.

* from Simon & Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence