Night.
Perhaps the most beautiful time of day. And the most deadly. Because thoughts multiply. And feelings surge. And the stars stretch out forever Just like life's possibilities.
By the light of a three quarter moon I stare at the back of my eyelids And see yesterday, And see tomorrow, But cannot see today.
Questions come, unyielding, And boggle my drowsy mind. I knew the answers yesterday. I'll know them again tomorrow. But night is now, and I can't see.
It's true that every sunset Leads to a morning, But lots of songs leave out the part About night.