Woken by my own
untamed restlessness.
Again. I feel like
stirring from stifling
comfort and falling
to the fields for a
breath of the brisk dark.
comparable to the
sound of someone
cracking their worn
knuckles in the
early hours.
The clouds hide with the
Sun's heat, and the world
hides with it. The folk
who can't conceive the
wonders of the darkness
will never be calm.
The bright dawn rays
usher in all
manner of life,
conflict and most
grim battles fought
by those who hate
the quiet cold.
I am selfish,
then, for I hope
that I can keep
the night closest.
In total awe,
I behold peace.
