Night

Creatures that slept through day hidden from light and sight crawl with claws clung to walls within crying out to be bidden Night is the fight to push them down Night is weeping when They’ve inevitably won And searching for what’s left When their victory dance is done Night is the wellspring beneath That seeps streams of hope To cleanse tracks of tears Where new trains of thought ride Til it has tired inside And stops to rest Night and day Are alike in this way