Night-time

I love the night
It has a special sound of silence to it.
I can rest in his silence, in his dark arms painted with stars
I often feel that I use too many words, think too much.
I try to grasp reality through analysis and explanations, because it confuses me.
I try to find it with my thoughts, but its out of reach. It slips and changes like the rolling tides.

In the night I just am.
I sit under the stars, the chilly air touches my skin,
I don't think, I don't say a word, I am just still.
Me in the night
Me and the silence I find
Together
And alone
At the same time