Night Time

As the day turns to night thus ending itself

I step out to the night into cool, cool streets

Soaked in the rich, orange glow of the street lamps.

Here, after the sweltering heat of a busy day with

Honking cars and loud chatter, peace can prevail.

They invite me, with their cozy allure

Call me, to a world without chaos and confusion.

A simpler world with simpler needs and desires.

Somehow drawn to a land beyond time.

I walk through them, enriched by the humid yet fresh air

Feeling refreshed and renewed.

For here at the very end of the day,

When its work is done and none remains

Until it begins anew with its own trouble,

There’s nothing more left to do but

Look forward to the night’s brief respite.

And enjoy the still, still silence of the dark

Where nothing is impossible.