This night is still
No whispering wind
No song from feathers
No rippling waters
All sound is void
This night is black
Light hides in the shadows
A velvet mist the only sense
This night is dark
As dark as the sacred secret
Concealed by the mystery muse
A clueless enigma as old as time
A lingering question never to be solved
Lays buried just beneath the surface of the mind
What is life?
