Closed eyes stifle the vision that could be
The pen goes speechless on black paper
A tunnel with no end is the abyss to nowhere
Darkness loses reason; with no ray of light
Nightfall beckons the mind and body to rest
Reflecting simply in dreams or nightmares
Allowing to differentiate real from the unreal
Night transitions what was; to what will be
Dwelling in the dark may be for restless souls
You and I, we stride through and pace forward
The dark being only our vehicle for passage
To where the mind is in a state of illumination