Secrets of the Nightly Hours

I have always found something serene about the nightly hours,
The Earth is never as tranquil when the Sun radiates.
And as the Moon controls the tides,
The darkness propels our thoughts,
Do we truly comprehend what we wish to possess.
We are vulnerable, exposed with not one stitch on our skin.
The night knows our deepest ideals.
I like to think that these aspirations ascend,
Infiltrate the Troposphere, Stratosphere, Mesosphere, Thermosphere and Exosphere,
To become stars and passion becomes hydrogen to fuel them.
The strong passions survive whilst infatuations fade and die.
I mean why else would you wish upon a star?

Poem by: Teegan Masterten-Smith

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