Waiting for it,
gladdening my soul when dusk
approaches. In night my breathing
gladdens, my stride carries a bit more
sway, my glance a little more wicked.
I am a friend of the night.
Dreams lay in waiting, taking a number
behind fantasies. Activities are better,
more devious and fun.
Used to the Sun's brilliance, Reality hides.
Waiting for the dawn.
I am a friend of the night. With its soft breezes and whispers of possibility,
it helps me put one foot in front of the other. As they walk me toward whatever
it is I call joy in that moment.
I am a friend of the night.
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