Night

Black as night, and thin as ice,
the sheet before us lay,
Blinding us from what is real
during the light of day.

Though as the night draws ever near,
swallowing all light in his way,
the sheet before us vanishes
and reality comes out to play.

"Do not fear," he says to me,
"I know all you think and do.
I can offer comfort.
I can offer truth."

Every night, I refuse,
for I fear what I do not know,
until one night I decide
to see what he has to show.

Black as night, and thin as ice,
the sheet before you lay,
And I, on the other side
in reality, as you delay.

K.S.