The Night

The night is like an undertone Into lives deeper radiance Cornered in structured backbone In shadings of day’s deep trance Each feeling is going deep Through silences of hours still Only for dreams inside to keep That no actuality shall fulfill The night with its darkish plot And sun setting cavernous mood Is all what the daytime is not The shadows of dancing altitude With mind-set of inside steamy And roots of its growing threads Uncertainty of times dreamy Improbability of differing instead The night is a garden of time Into endless sinuous profound Where threads of light shall climb When rising of dawn is around