Night Ascends

The night ascends, and in its flow
a gentle sense of ever-glow
lives on beyond the tensions
of the day. It's here that all
the lost and lonely voices
in our heads become the dream.

It matters not, the sun or moon,
for here, resplendent need
becomes the meaning of the
life we've come to live. And
here, we come to know the
depth of meaning.

Beyond our will or want,
desire and fire burn within the
feel of heart that cannot be denied.
Earth the stage, and air
the mage - that ever brings
our dreaming back to life.

For no matter what we choose
to think within the light of day,
the night ascends, and alters

? Michaelette ?

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