A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
With the setting of the sun
And the rule of the night
But the night is not as black as it seems.
Even with our man-made suns and fires
To keep our fears at bay
There is still the light of the moon and stars to guide our way,
Casting a silvered glow upon the earth
And illuminating a world daylight never sees.
The night’s lights shine more brilliantly
Than we care to remember.
Perhaps we get so consumed by the darkness
We forget the light is still there,
For darkness does not always mean
Absence of light.