Cloak of Night

Some fear the night,

terrified of the unseen.

But, I? I embrace it.

Wrap it around me like a cloak,

gaze up into the hood

filled with stars and galaxies

encircling the crescent moon.

It's so cold I see my breath.

Yet still I sit.

Yes it's warmer, safer

to sit out in the day,

but it’s so bright

I can't see the constellations

or wish on shooting stars.

In the darkness

there is hope,

need for faith,

dreams.

It is in here

we forge ourselves.

Image created using AI art generator Night Cafe Studio.