I love the night.

It speaks to me so tenderly with care 

And is so beautiful that it remains that pure

At every yearly season, 

No matter if snow, fog, greenery or bloom is visible

 At day.

So serene, so otherworldly is to

 Listen to some dark, enthralling music 

As to escape from everything once more. 

For human minds need time to recharge 

From the miracle of being,

 Which many take for granted,

 Misunderstanding why we live.

I love the night.

The lamp glows softly while I write alone, in solitude. 

It seems like many thoughts get mixed and soon forgotten; 

Yet (by Miracle!), they find their place and meaning on a piece of paper.

Which to poets' eyes is gold 

As they romanticize the flowing of the night.

As I write, my eyes almost closing,

A party is being held a house away.

It's so fulfilling, so satisfying to know 

That such happiness exists in Life, 

Unexplained by logic and 

Other human knowledge.

I love the night.