The Night

The night The night has ears that smile. Soft, caring and attentive. It cradles secrets. The night is a river snaking through dreams, resurrecting memories and giving life to desires. The night has warm eyes, sensitive lips. They are tempting and satisfying and they know how to ripen thoughts and comfort empty hearts. The night has legs that dare to walk carefree in the dark. Without unease or fear. It always takes its time to luxuriate in the moonlight and to breathe in the flowering stars. The night has long tender arms, warm and inviting. They extend bearhugs of calm that bathe the soul in affection. The night wears long, loose-fitting clothes with room for two. The night is kind and protective. It guards the changing nocturnal beauty jealously, yet longs to share. It whispers tenderly yet shouts its excitement out loud. The night is always eager to fulfil dreams. The night is persistent not hurried. It always listens patiently to the quiet messages that come out at night. It is a friend and confidant, a keeper of secret wishes. It meanders through time, and leaves mild traces, like soft footsteps on the sand-swept face of time. The night is a reliable companion. It can lie awake all night yet smile gently at dawn. The night is sacred. It is clairvoyant. It bears witness when life comes to life.