Always the night

Always the night when twisting and turning with itchy words unheard of, unspoken

Always the night when cranial transmitters spark like shooting stars through a space that was occupied by the pastell colored candy wool of day

Always the night when the body loses its grip on the soul and spirits hold hands to go off and wander

Always the night when the brain understands the rythm and rhymes of the heart and leaves room for its tales to be told

Always the night when silver trains of thought start intertwining, ideas leading dreams to the altar of reason

The night, always the night.