| The Night One night as I was taking a walk I looked up at the tree branches silhouetted against a midnight sky. The branches were black and drained of color, lost in a fa�ade of shadow that forever kept their true identity covert, least the sun burn it away. And the sky behind the branches was starless and lonely, wallowing in nostalgia, longing for happier times when it�s hue was a brighter blue, glowing with sanguine life. The night was silent and serene, the exact antithesis of day� the chaotic mess of color and sound. It was stoic and all was still except for the wind, that swayed the bare branches of the trees, creating a soft scratching sound. Searching, hoping to find rapture. And while I was caught in a peaceful trance, thinking about nothing, I realized something: I am the Night. --Emerald Eyes |