Night is a fragile being

  The sun will destroy the darkness

  The world awakening will destroy the silence

  The whole thing is like glass

  So easy to shatter

  Silence is its own song

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  To destroy it would be wrong

  It lulls you into what is perhaps a false sense of security

  Convincing you that the world is full of tranquility

  The relaxing dark pitch

  Sets in so everything has time to stitch

  Itself back together in the slow moving hours

  Birds rest inside the trees and bees rest within the flowers

  Everything must come back to life, soon

  But I’d rather the sun not come up while the world’s asleep

  So I’ll nestle in the darkness and let it hold me