Night– the dark and endless shroud that surrounds
Its mystery beheld by the wandering mind
Although the shutters close, I am not blind
My thoughts traverse all sights without a sound
Visions transcend to the air from the ground
And with great contentment, I likewise find,
I’ve escaped, I am freed, I am redefined
In a sea of clouds, I cannot drown
Alas! As all things must come to an end
The dawn comes as the ringing of a bell
A sigh escapes my unfortunate soul
As my paradise fades away again
And harsh reality returns– my hell
I awake, resigned, to life’s tiring toll
Irene 