The moon hangs low in the sky,
As the stars twinkle high.
A world of shadows and light,
In the quiet of the night.

The wind whispers in my ear,
Of secrets I cannot hear.
A chill runs down my spine,
As I long for a sign.

What mysteries do you keep,
Oh night, so dark and deep?
What secrets do you hold,
In the stories you unfold?

I'll wait for the dawn to break,
And the sun to rise and wake.
But until then, I'll stay,
In the mysteries of the night, I'll play.

© aiidisconnected