The night transfigures everything
as murmurs of the faeries' wings
breathe magic into stardust falling down
for the night must live beyond the norms
of daytime productivity
to touch the deeps of creativity

It dreams itself into our sleep
easing every dread of dark and doom
as moon and stars accompany
the distant howling of the wolves
who never quite draw
near enough to see
but simply sing a need
into the very air we breathe

And yet they serve to mesmerize
a mind into a trance
come now into another state of being
dreaming of what can't quite
come alive within the day
and so we stay, transfixed within a stare

For the night transfigures everything
that's ever come to be reality...


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