I Miss the darkness of the night
with only the moons light.
I crave the stillness of the late hour.
I miss bathing in the cool breeze,
that showers my soul with a calm
softness that tickles my skin.

I long for the night that quiets my mind.
When the moon is high that’s
when I come alive.
That is my safe place, my own little space of nothing but,
my own breath in the air.
Its almost like I can feel the magic in everything around me,
licking my skin, cleaning me of all the dirt the monsters left behind during the day.