When I was a child
They always told me
The night is for sleeping
When I got older
I discovered
That wasn’t the only purpose
The night is for secrets
Told in the dark
Not to be burned by the sun
The night is for love
Whispered behind closed doors
So no interloper can encroach
The night is for music
Winding through the night
Wrapping everyone up in its beauty
The night is for dancing
To beats that we hear
To the tune of each other’s heart
The night is for dreaming
Deep dark dreams
Our best hopes and worst nightmares
And that is the only reason
As far as I can see
Why the night is for sleeping
This is such a sweet, dark poem. I’m a lover of the night and it’s nice to see it get some appreciation in this way. The content is awesome; I wonder what it would look like if you let the lines be a bit longer and rearranged the stanzas a bit more.