The Night

As the night rides in
firstly in a stately trot, then picking up the pace,
the  stars, in gratitude, ignite the darkening backcloth.
Each pinprick of light, a promise of a future still distantly seen.
The light of day slowly rests her head on the distant horizon.
Hypnotic in her lessening.
Monochrome covers all the once vibrant life, teeming and jostling for recognition
Now all becomes willingly equal.....one
As the darkness falls, I feel a flame of brilliance ignite itself within my core,
the shabby day replaced slowly by this unifying element.
We all become anonymous, hidden from clear sight 
Anyone we wish to be..dream of being..need to be.
To feel impervious to harm whilst cradled within the pitch blackness
this magical cloak of protection, no one can touch or reach me...
A limited reprieve.... until the dawn.