the night-time

To me, your like the night. I like the night. The night is always beautiful, always cherishing, always magnificent. each day is new, fresh, young and immature. the night is soft, enveloping, nurturing. a world of shade and murk, to hide in and lick old war wounds. a place for healing, outside the daylights harsh glare. there is such romance in that darkest blue sky, the cloak made of spilt ink. starlight glistens on a lovers touch, the soft moonlight overthrows the senses, bathing everything in its glory. The night doesnt care what you wore, or how your hair is, it doesnt judge, it doesnt console, it just accepts. a time for quiet, for peace, tranquility, for listening to streams and trees whisper. A time to feel how you feel, act how you want, be who you are. Dance as though no-one can see you, sing as though no-one can hear, smile, cry, be bold, be afraid. Just be you. Thats what you let me be. You let me be who i want to be.