What is this night?

The sun rises up through the dark, cold sky,

Two eyes open afraid of what might be.

Morning lets out a vibrant, icy cry

Days suck the joy out of life like a flea.

Night gives the freedom to imagination,

A safe harbor from the harsh light of day

Long race of the day, night an aid station

Against the dark the light is here to stay

Warming the toes of a newborn in light,

brightness shows life, against the protesters

over the sunrise, sages take delight

lonely nights are of the tired cheaters

youth scream with despair in the empty dark

light slices the night with the brightest spark