The night beckons me

Drawing me out into its cool arms that wrap around me

Encasing me in its protective bubble,

The soft chirp of cicadas and crickets let their music swirl around the air.

I step into the crisp air and look up at the moon.

The moon's soft light scattered across the world

Making everything mysterious

There's no longer the sound of cars whizzing by

The entire world is asleep

So I have the place to myself.

The nighttime is my time

My time to be free

As the sun sets it takes my mask with it

But as it rises it paints it back on

As the night fades away.