Give Me the Night

The garish day belongs to them –
flaunting their belonging in life,
their mocking laughter accepted,
shallow comments embraced,
fashion and flirting hailed
where dreams and love should prevail.
Let them rule, then, in that blinding light
but the night belongs to me.

Give me the night –
the shadows that fade imperfections from sight.
Give me the night
where wonder is shared,
where the line is blurred between dreams and reality,
where words are spoken from the heart
and souls connect.
Give me the night
where differences are darkened,
where you don't need to be
a piece of the puzzle placed
because the night welcomes all beneath her wings.
There is room enough.

The light, they say, illuminates,
but all I see showing
is what they want seen.
In the darkness, defenses are dropped;
those seeking the truth will search and find.
It is in the night where you see the ones
who truly shine.

Give me the night.