Light in obscurity

There’s truth in night and in shadows.
There’s truth in the breeze that touches the willows.
The hallow of the soul creating a hollow on your mind,
The obscurity of the night is not a fiend.
Outward facades that one puts on during the day ,
With the advent of dusk it gradually decays.
And, eyes see light
More luminous than the daylight.
And lips utter words ,
Which at day the brain never accords .
Perhaps it’s called the witching hour ,
Because to embrace the demon within is beyond a mortal’s power.
Night is alluring ,
Night is engulfing .
Night bewitches ,
Night enthralls.
Night kills,
Night heals.
There’s truth in night and in shadows ,
There’s truth in the breeze that touches the willows.