What is it about the night
that speaks of excitement, of mystery?
That gives rise to fears too terrible to be named:
Too absurd to be mentioned during the day?
Why does moonlight cast a silvery sheen over the earth?
And why do stars wink to boast of secrets they cannot reveal?
Why does even the ordinary breeze seem to take on strength
And whisper with a sinister sound it does not have in the daytime?
Why does a simple mundane task
Seem at once enigmatic and out of the ordinary?
Why do common ordinary everyday things
Seem just a little out of reach?