Dreams May

Beautiful Shore
Night is the terror of entaloned prey
The one hunted by spirits
The one stalked by shadows

Night is the peace of the lake ever still
Not hurried by any earth curse
Not labored by any far shore

Night is the echo of unanswered silence
The sound of a breaking promise
The sound of a departing hope

Night is the chorus of constellations
The loudest thunder of wisdom
The closest whisper of trust