Waiting for it.
Gladdening my soul when dusk approaches.
In night, my breathing is gladder,
my stride carrying a bit more swag.
I am a friend of the night.
Dreams lay in waiting, taking
a number right after 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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