Midnight

The night is dark,
Desolate, empty.
Here is where I find relief
From the mania of day.
Thoughts that continuously race,
So fast, so jumbled, no one can keep pace.
But the night in brooding wonder,
Instills the deepest peace,
Giving up its beauty to me
With the bright stars dotting
The blackened sky,
Or the clouds, wispy,
Floating past the heart of the moon
Reflects the misty shadows of my mind.
I lie awake, dreading the day,
Afraid of the sun,
Ashamed of the flaws and scars
That are so pronounced in light,
But are muted by the dark.
If only I could live in the continuous night,
Where past mistakes have no meaning,
Alone with my thoughts,
Perhaps then the moon’s healing
Will help me face the reality of day.