The Cold Night

The dark of the night lures me outside,
The chill in the air feels pleasant,
In the darkness of the night I confide,
The predicament of my present.

It listens to me under all circumstances,
And isn’t one to judge,
But reminds me that life gives second chances,
And not long enough to hold a grudge.

It comforts me and dries up my tears,
It carries the pain of my words away,
It helped me to drive away my juvenile fears,
And hears everything I have to say.

Yet, its behavior towards me does not change,
And has been then when I looked for it,
It doesn’t scoff at me when I say something strange,
So for hours on end, in the darkness I sit.

I look up into the sky with is dark,
As the breeze makes my hair sway,
I’m startled as the dogs bark,
Then I shoo them away.

I notice the dark ocean above me,
Decorated with many a shimmering star,
Like the friends who give me company,
When they’re close to me and even they’re far.

The clouds cuddle the moon like a mother,
To whom her child is the most beautiful,
A mistake or two doesn’t change her behavior,
Even if her child behaves like a fool.

The stars remind me of her eyes,
Which I see everywhere in the sea above,
I’ve always believed that people told lies,
When they say there exists no True Love.

I reach for all that I care,
But they always seem too distant,
Do I quit and claim life as unfair,
Or do I hang on and be persistent?

My hand retracts and shivers from the cold,
The breeze reminds me to talk,
Tells me that is someone in this world,
Who still wants to hear all I gawk.

I hear my heart beat,
And happier days flash in my mind,
The things we did to beat the heat,
And the ties of friendship that did bind.

The moon smiles in the dark night sky,
As I admire the light in the utter darkness,
Maybe it’s about time I try,
To look for a solution to this madness.

I hear the breeze speak to me in unspoken tongue,
As I listen to my inner voices,
Many people have been stung,
By the consequences of my choices.

No more! I try to tell myself,
As I look to the stars for acceptance,
I remember the book on my shelf,
Which helped guide me in times of turbulence.

But I hesitate, as it is too far away,
My resting parents will be awoken by the door,
A loud noise is made as the door opens with a sway,
As I lay my feet on the icy floor.

I retrieve the book and return to my terrace,
Hoping it will help me in my endeavor,
I open the book with an evil grimace,
The pitch darkness does not work in my favour.

I close the book and seek my soul,
For answers that everyone sought,
Then I feel warmth like from warm coal,
The sun rose earlier than I’d thought.

I laughed at my luck as I return to my senses,
Daylight must not shed light on my mind,
I dust my pants and jump over the fences,
As I think of another time to sit and unwind.