The Still Hours of the Night

these quiet hours of the night are best
because it's almost like
i am the only person in the world
just like no one could possibly exist
save for me.

everything belongs to me
just as i belong to it.
every movement, every sound,
even the gentle wind is all together
and completely one inside of me
outside of itself.

the cosmos of the sky continues endlessly
stars spread on across the horizon
and the trees of the forest
and the dirt off the ground
are all forces of the same cause.

and this peaceful world allows me to graciously
be a part of it
and i allow it to be absorbed into me
and so then i take the serene night in my pocket
to keep it always