Tell me how nights are dreadful
But I find them so beautiful
Sitting under the veil of black serenity
And finding joy in its subtlety
You call it darkness
I call it silence, loud quietness.
A time for stars to reign
And the sun to rest has lain
So, when it is time, I pick up my torch and hat
Curve a smile, to open my heart
Seal shut my hut, lock away my fear
And walk into the darkness as it starts to appear.
To go spend the rest of the night,
With eyes shifty, not out of fright
Savouring the still beauty, imitating the stars
Hovering calmly over the homes and the cars
You call it gloom, I call it a broom
That sweeps clean my heart’s room
Ridding it of counterfeit happiness
And the dirty aftermath of unkept promises.