Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.
As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.
By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.
Only night can make us whole again.
Love of life at times requires death
Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.