The Night

The night takes the light and the life away, but not forever.
It takes it long enough to feel it's loss,
To understand the power of nothing;
Mostly its power to take away without remorse,
Without reason, and without justice.

The night is a conductor, where all possibilities flow,
Where the future and the past become real,
Where the present is contemplated;
Questioned, doubted, and sometimes rejected.
The night is when we sometimes run, but mostly dream of running.

The night is where our evil lives,
Our vices, demons, and lies all thrive,
And threaten to take away, but mostly just to change us.
The world will change what we allow it to,
The night will open the door, for good and bad.

The night is where our true selves lie,
The past of hurt, the present of challenges.
A man who loves, through flaws and scars,
And those who stand with shoulders strong,
A village of friends and foes alike,
A life we've made, preparing to come.

The night's a void with points of warmth,
Like the world itself, both dark and spectacular.
Of cold and quiet, without our own spark.
The night's my life, where I live, where I love,
Where and who I am, and without me,
The night will go on.