The darkness, when it softly kisses soil,
Designs the world in eager shades of gray
As though laughing at our Earthen toil-
As though seeking to, in our thoughts, spoil
Every light and color from which we came.
A certain beauty, in pure black and white,
Graces the ground in it's formality
And makes the swings and the children contrite
As they sit in sullen silence all night
Thinking of light's irrationality.
And though the darkness could settle our race-
We're hiding, fearing what we cannot know-
The truth in the bleakness- Midnight's own face-
Mystery hidden inside of this place;
The sorrow we've chosen never to show.
It's easier now, to understand night-
Now that the light has all but gone away,
And now that I see with this wayward sight-
Never looking for sky's truest light-
I only wonder what the sun will say.
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