Whispers that come in the night

Often carry further than those whispered in the day.

Is there some deep dark secret?

Is there some nefarious plot?

What is this dark dread?

Why can I shake it not?

Is it imagination

Making my fears come awake?

Why do those whispers at night

Make my whole body shake?

Shadows cast in the night

Often scare more deeply than those cast in the day.

The clouds cover the stars

The clouds cover the moon

But the shadows of night

I wish would leave soon

For they cover the movements

Of the creatures of night

They hide all the demons

That give me such a fright.

But the sun gives its light

Often exposing the whispers and dispersing the shadows.

I long for the sun

To shed its bright light

To give truth to the whispers

To chase the creatures of night

To take all the dread

To bring hope for the day

“Goodbye whispers, goodbye shadows.”

Is what I hear the sun say.