I am the Night

Bernard Thompson

I Am The Night

I am the night.
I am darkness at it's bluest.
To me there is sheer delight in the shadow of the night
No need to insist, for the night I exist.
The light of day is not night's way.
I am the night.

I am a creature of the dark. I have been groomed for gloom.
For eons of time, the night has been mine.
I can't remember when the night and me didn't function as twins.
Just as the ocean's floor holds mysteries, the night alone conceals my history.
I am the night

Just as poetry flows from ocean currents and from the slashing force of wind springs forth designs,
Each drop of rain delivers music to our minds, poetry never ceases.
From my point of view, at night it increases.
I find beauty in each dancing shadow and exquisite delight in the secret of the night.
The spirit things clothed in the unknown,
Travel the same path that I consider home.
Things that move skillfully at night do so without sight.
I love these wonders for I am the night.

My five senses are more acute than most.
Of this superiority, I proudly boast.
My movements are as swift as lightening dashing across the sky.
They can't be held in focus by the human eye.
Question - Who am I?

I feed on a secret vein of life and rest in the protective cover of dusk in disguise.
My skin is cold to the touch, don't worry you won't touch me much.
My beginning is of no importance, but I see no end in sight.
I believe I am forever; I am the night

I have been known by many titles and names.
For none of them do I feel shame, for I exist as all do.
Just as I am me, and you are you.
I am called Satan, Impaler, Death, Blood Drinker; just to name a few -
Pick one that suits you.
Some even call me a Ghost; yet, vampire is what I am called the most
Whether these names are wrong or right, the fact remains -
I am the night.