Dark

​They say the dark is unsafe, it’s surrounded by people who would greet you like death 

It’s dark but why is it comforting, the silence, not one leaf swaying 

it’s still like time has stopped for a moment 

The dark has its own beauty I don’t see monsters anymore just a friend who brings the moon and stars so they can light up my eyes like a child 

It’s a cloak on the world to give it time for rest and peace, it hides the sun to let him sleep 

Unlike some people I admire the dark I sit with him he’s pleasant and soft and doesn’t talk he patiently listens while the clock 

ticks and he has to leave making sure I am sound asleep 

I wait everyday for the sun to set so I can meet him again the dark my only friend who sits by me while I fall asleep under his care