I think a lot at night when it's quiet. I'm a night owl, so it's a beautiful time of day but can also be the loneliness time.
Night
night wraps his darkness around me
like the strong arms of a familiar love
a soothing embrace of quiet and calm
the cacophony of noises laid to rest
the tensions escaping my tired body
as I allow him to pull me into serenity
thoughts begin to flow in the stillness
as my mind commences to awaken
what a beautiful, glorious time of day
I don't want the hours with night to end
and his embracing arms of tranquility
soon have me battling against sleep
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