Every night I lie awake
and think about the night,
and how the moon will not partake,
in bleeding off the light.
How terrifying night can be,
when the world drifts to sleep.
Easier for none to see,
The secrets that we keep.
But when darkness dons its cowl;
when the sun goes down and brings the night;
with wolf and owl, hoot and howl;
I fear not the dark, only the light.
©2012 Alex Hicks