Late at Night
In the late of night I step outside
A brisk chill in the air
My eyes adjust to pitch black
Empty and unknown in the cold
The wind whispers as if teasing
Behind the darkness is mystery
And for but a second the whispering winds
Part the formless blurry clouds
A faint glow emerges from above
Surreal light from the moon-lit sky
For the briefest moments the darkness dimmed
And an endless sea glimmered in this enchanted night
The soft winds danced with the crashing waves
And as soon as it began, it ended
The light dimmed and the pitch black returned
A comforting and beautiful unknown