We Are The Night

We are the night,

the shade against the flames of ire,

love’s shadow to cover the dark

so the heart can heart

a symphony of stars,

each exquisite flicker in hope,

which burns in the blackness

like a trail across the mental sand,

as the prints of the path towards illumination.

 

Distance foundations of incandescent

those candled towers of knowledge

that appear as the lighthouses for the mind,

in the quietness of the stroll to wisdom’s resorts

waves of thoughts wash over the journey

from that sea of dreams, wishes and memories.

 

Wind carries the scents of curiosity

little whiffs from those remembered oasis

where for a moment life was spellbound and serene.

 

Beneath the spread of eve’s inner sky

what beckons within is the lure of lucidity’s flares,

shot from the hands with care as this weapon

who hold the fire full of such iridescent inspiration

until one can find that true sunrise

beyond the midnight chasm of feeling so lost,

joy beams in the golden deliverance

happily able to finally find the peace

only known where one is free

from the fear of being trapped

out of reach from ignorance’s smothering shroud.