I love the night sky and the stories that come with it I found someone who will listen as I tell her stories of humans long, long before us. We've never met, but we carry on their stories. Creative minds so wonderful they changed what I see in the sky. So I'll tell her about it in the dead of night when we should be asleep. We'll speak only by starlight.

Then, we'll lay down on the ground by starlight he'll admit to me things that are hard to put into words. Our friends left the two of us alone as he pours his soul out to me. And I worry. I give as good of advice as I can. But I can't fix it. He won't let me help him anymore, but I hope what I said helped. We used to speak by only starlight.

One day, a day I dream about always, we'll lay down, hold hands, and we'll stare at the night sky. We'll watch lights shoot through the sky, pretend like we don't know why, and make up our own stories. I look at the sky and then into your eyes I love the night sky, but something I love more are your eyes. We'll kiss by only starlight.

I want to be with him under the night sky. I want to be with him always. I want to help him. I want him to be okay. I want my stories to be good enough to remember. I want to tell her about mine and the ones we remember.

Night goes dark Light loses the lark When birdsong goes Its eerily quiet.

A clear night Winter cold Summer warm Stars shine bright.

At night Spiders fright At a loud snore Run to pour out a web of silk.

Moving silently Through the carpet In the bath By a window Or room corner, The spiders spin Silk of web Web of silk.

The loud snore A human sleeps Fitfully Warmly No cheese A good dream With cheese Oh nooooooo A nightmare.

Sweats and shivers Wide awake A quick trip To the bathroom. Breathe slowly. Breathe normally. Return to the duvet.

Back to sleep In the dark, dark night These, modern times Theres a little light As a message appears bright On that blasted phone.

Nooooooo...... Woken Sigh.....not again By the ding The annoying ding Of the mobile phone.

What now? A dumb message Its two a.m. Sighs........ As a car screeches Noise!

Then all is quiet Eerily so Drifting off Under the duvet Blue and dark Return to sleep As the spiders Start their creep All over the home.

Deeply breathe Deeply snore Deeply sleep. No wake till morn And the annoying horn Of the alarm... ...honking. Night has gone Dark has left And light has come.

The velvet veil of night descends, A canvas where the quiet bends. The stars ignite in silver glow, Secrets ancient, whispers low.

The moon, a lantern hung on high, Guides lost wanderers through the sky. Its face, both gentle and austere, A beacon soft, a phantom near.

Owls in shadows, wide-eyed peers, Echo calls that prick the ears. Branches creak with spectral grace, The forest wears its darker face.

The city hums in muted tones, A restless heart of glass and stone. Neon glimmers pierce the black, Their siren songs pull travelers back.

Yet there’s a weight the darkness bears, A hidden depth, a host of cares. Sinister whispers ride the breeze, Shadows shifting among the trees.

But beauty and dread entwine as one, Until the first breath of the sun. For night reveals both awe and fright, The world unseen, cloaked in its night.

Restless winds of silence and onyx.

Find in you a pestering death, unrelenting.

The flush impulse upon these small colors, how bright they must seem.

Have you ever noticed the quiet of the night? When everything settles down, and calm is all around.

It's almost as though it's a law of nature... to slow down when it gets dark. to cease sound when it gets dark.

It's not that we stop going and you don't have to be afraid

find peace in your rest make a friend with solitude

because yes the night is quiet and the dark is sort of scary but you are safe inside and the light will rise again

Stars and the moon. Dancing together, often cradled in the arms of clouds. The stars wink at you. The moon is a steady heartbeat. Never disappearing. The stars often leave for a night. But they do come back. It’s just not clear when. But the moon is the stable friend you have come to rely on. It is there every night. Sometimes you just need to look.

The night is often seen as a dark cloak obscuring everything. Often seen as a sign of ending days. When really it should be thought of as the start. The night is your friend. It just seems like an enemy at the beginning. Look for the brightness. Despite the darkness.

Look for the moon and the stars, Within the inky gloom.

The dog ran into the backyard As the stars lit up the sky He saw a shadowy figure The dog waved and said "Hi!"

The figure turned toward him Its eyes glaring red A dark voice said, "Who goes there?" He walked out from the shed

"Let's play! Let's play!" The dog exclaimed As he started to run The black figure with white stripes said, "So you wanna have some fun?"

He lifted his tail and sprayed A foul, green-glowing gunk The dog ran away into the night As he yelled, "Screw you, skunk!"

I roam an empty street, One unfamiliar to everyone but I. A chill hangs in the air, a thin, translucent sheet, Veiling the endless night as time passes me by. Suddenly, a light flickers among the dark deceit, Illuminating both myself and the sky. My eyes are open, the stars I can meet, A sight so breathtaking I can’t help but sigh. Yet, as soon as I blink, without missing a beat, The light is gone, and all has gone awry. I can only once more roam an empty street, Familiar to no one but the streetlight and I.

It wasn’t what I saw In that window it saw me Not a window at all

Sometimes I wonder what God saw in the night. I wonder what it would be like to look up at it with Him, Right there at my side.

Would He point to a distant star, And speak its name?

Would He take me to see the life that burns just as bright as that star In the forests, The seas, The air, And the streets?

No, I do not know what God saw in the Night. I do not know what it was like for Him to look back at her, Holding her tight.

I not know what God saw in the Night. But I know what He did for her, Holding her tight.

He pointed to the Night, and spoke her name. He showed her a way that would make her without blame.

He said, “You are Mine, don’t you see that, my child? “The life that burns just as bright as the stars “In the forests “And the seas “And the air “And the streets— “All of it I gave to you, to rule it with Me.”

All the Night knew was darkness—always too dark, Shame and grief, But His words gave her a spark.

A spark that grew into burning flames, Flames that would purify her And make her without blame.