Nighttime 💙

I wish it was always night.

Something about how the day feels complete and rest feels earned.

How mindless behavior is acceptable as we prepare to think again.

The feeling of a warm bed or warm arms in a room just dark enough to ignore obligation.

I love the nighttime.

A place where I can dream and start my life over and over again.

Where I’m protected from what I cannot see.

Forgiven for all I have ignored. 

God gave us the nighttime to take care of ourselves.

Nighttime is for love.

Love of self, life, others and imagination.

Where we have time for gratitude as the external settles around us. 

Give me nighttime and I’ll show you my heart.

Safe enough to be myself and brave enough to let you in.

Nighttime is for joy. 

Where the Moon kisses the stars one by one only to be reminded they are each other.

Like the way we all want something more than what we’ve known.

Like the way we are content with the coziness of now.

Kiss me in the nighttime.

And I’ll transform the way you like.

Breathtaking and raw.

Sensual and real.

Myth and imagery.

Here tonight and gone by morning.

I need the nightime.

Contrary to medioric rise the nighttime is too for peace.

Where we all look the same and where we all seek asylum from the day.

And though the reality of Sun break comes, it doesn’t shine without the promise of this protection soon enough.

Can you hold on until nighttime? 

Here you’ll be magic once more.