Day 5: Why I love the night

Like a gentle lover, night calls upon me again. She knows no hurries, her ways are patient. Quiet and slow she creeps upon me with fluid grace. Scarcely do I realize she comes before she takes me full into her arms, stealing me away from her brother day. Twinkling gems set in heaven's velvet gown shine at her arrival. No longer banished by Sol's jealous monopoly, they dance for us their stately minuet across the sky, their steps fixed in antiquity. Luna graces us with a smile, her cheshire grin caught firm in her brother's gaze. Night's voice is calm and quiet, a whispered breath drawn close to the ear where none should overhear. She does not fear silence but welcomes its intimate embrace. Never insisting on my attention, she leaves me space for my thoughts. Yet always she's there to listen whenever I should need to talk. When my cares overwhelm me, she hides away my tears. Its her song sung in stillness that sends me quick to sleep. I wish to hold her near me longer than her stay. And though each morn she leaves me, she never fails her vow to return.