I guess I’ve pretty much always been a night owl. This poem,
written at least 20 years ago when I was in high school, sums up how I
felt about the night in those days.
Night, I Welcome Thee!
Night, I welcome thee!
Thy cover is
a blanket,
It hides my doubts
And smothers my fears.
I am debted indeed to thee, dear night,
For, in thy domain, my
dreams unfold.
My pains subside.
I am whole.
I need
not the harsh, bright day.
It blinds my heart and burns my soul.
I need the courage brought by sleep
To rise and face each
morn.
So thanks to thee, from me, dear night,
My
friend,
I love you most of all.
I’ll need you ’til the bitter
end
To catch me when I fall.
