Night

Night.

Perhaps the most beautiful time of day.

And the most deadly.

Because thoughts multiply.

And feelings surge.

And the stars stretch out forever

Just like life's possibilities.

By the light of a three quarter moon

I stare at the back of my eyelids

And see yesterday,

And see tomorrow,

But cannot see today.

Questions come, unyielding,

And boggle my drowsy mind.

I knew the answers yesterday.

I'll know them again tomorrow.

But night is now, and I can't see.

It's true that every sunset

Leads to a morning,

But lots of songs leave out the part

About night.

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