The Night

Have you been silent this long before,
Without consulting your evasion of loneliness?
Have you been serene in your own eternity
Without surrendering to your obligations?
The night comes once a day with another chance
To speak again to the silence that betrays your worries.
The night comes once a day to vanquish your sense of perfection.
Be not asleep every night for that is like pretending only perfection exists.
Remind yourself that perfection does not allow for pretending at all.
Do not bring your sunny sight into the night,
And you dare say to me you do not drink?
We are gathered here only to drink
Yet we are gracious enough to allow the access of tourism into our shrine.
We know you are the same as we are,
We know that soon we will all arise from slumber.
Only few have adventures both in day and night, in sleep and sobriety.
You have long years ahead of you, or perhaps but a few more gasps.
But the sun rises every day without a dance or prayer from the sacred tribe.
This is not my promise or that of any scripture or revelation.
It is perhaps the only thing we know, the sun will rise.
The sun will rise, so you may sleep.
And when you finally close your eyes
The night!