Acquainted With The Night

shut your eyes and dream for that is where paradise is the world is not as good as a dream, daylight at least for many you see them all over the morning papers crimes that came out of the nights the husband who in his rage against a runaway wife hanged all three children and himself terrorising readers a wayward son that beat mom to death for a little money to spend at the club the old spinster who fell to her death as the snatch thief used all his might for her bag the court trial of a murdered woman that heard of sperm stains on ceiling and a deputy prime minister who allegedly groped with men a whole mattress taken to examine for lascivious stains an artist former husband who spewed terrible secrets about wife that ran away with a musician carrying her children along with her never allowing him to see his hearts in three long years or the shark money loaner who forced weedkiller down his debtor throat a national top school achiever denied entry to university all because of her wrong race i have been one acquainted with the night and as i walked down the town alleyway i cross path with cats, well fed rats especially the rats a heapful of them over rubbish downtrodden or not we all strive to live in our own ways and you see them clearly in the dead of night where the rats run and the cats sauntering by shut your eyes and dream for is perhaps where paradise is inspired by Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, A luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. Robert Frost