In the distance we can hear the sirens faintly tingling our ears,
As we huddle together under the shadow of the trees,
Our private place, invaded only by the fading glow of the stars,
Darkness encompasses us, bringing us security and a chance to reflect,
A chance to break free of this cruel world of suffering and constent torment,
A time to think, a time for remembrance and fear to disappear,
To dimimnish into the last few seconds of the closing day,
As the devil lays his head to rest so do we, blanketed in a quilt of dreams,
And we are safe until the evil sun rises from his sleep,
To wake again into the harsh nightmare we call reality,
I love the night....
A time for problems to vanish like air, away into the abyss,
Where they cannot haunt us again, or forever scare us,
I feel happy cradled in the sandmans arms, as he lulls me into a gentle sleep,
Our gremlins do not fade, but instead are forgotton until we lift our weary heads from the tear stained pillow,
But at least nights i can dream......

Moral: Night is a time to chill and to reflect and think over the days events, it is a brief moment of safety before the storm.

The point of this poem was not to rhyme, but to put across my feelings and ideas, try to look beyond the lines into the story beneath, it'll read a lot better than if you try to make it flow. Thanks and pleez can i have some feed? i love hearing your opinions on my work.

Peace and Love